“Wait! What if they leave while I’m sleeping?” “That’s not what angels do.” “How do you know?” Gina stood, lifting the sheets so that he would lie down. Then she tucked in the covers around him all the way up to his neck. “In this life, you can either believe the good things, or you can believe the bad. It’s really up to you, but I promise that one will make you happier than the other. So are you going to believe that the storm can hurt you, or are you going to believe that the angels will keep you safe?” “The angels,” Eric said. “That’s my little man. Should I leave the light on?”
