Jonah slept now, his eyes no longer covered by his arm. His closed lids were smooth, his breathing deep and even. Only the tiniest furrow in his brow, as if whatever unsettled him went with him into sleep. I went back to the living room and dug my cell phone out of my purse. I’d order a pizza. Vegetarian. That was better for him. Or maybe salads. Too much cheese on a pizza… I opened up my call screen and hit a name. A deep, gruff voice answered. “Teddy,” I whispered, tears flooding my eyes again. “It’s starting.”
