“Don’t cry, Mommy!” He rubs my face with all of his fingers. I just realize that the phone stopped ringing. “Lily?” My heart sinks. “Lo?” I hear papers rustle, drawers slamming, and maybe the jingling of keys. “Where are you?” He heard a lot. “Nonono, you don’t have to leave work.” “Daddy, Mommy’s crying.” “It’s okay, bud. Where are you at?” “Superheroes—” “I’m not crying anymore. I shed one tear!” I tell Lo. I also put my hand in the Luna box. She grabs hold of my fingers with a giggle. “You could tell me you were flying with Peter Pan, and I’d still leave to come find you.”
