Abel thinks for a moment, then nods. “Okay,” he murmurs as his eyes close again, as he snuggles beneath the blankets. Emmett twines his fingers through mine, and we tiptoe across the room. For the second time tonight, a little voice stops us in our tracks, right before we can close the door. “I wished for you. When I wished on the stars tonight, I wished for you. Good night, Mommy. Goodnight, Daddy. I love you.”
