…tension. The air seemed to have become heavy, as before a storm.

« No. »

He looked at Emily.

« I saved my daughter. »

That night, Emily slept in her old room.

For the first time in a long time.

David sat on the edge of the bed.

The little girl opened her eyes.

« Daddy? »

« Yes, sweetheart? »

«  » « Are you leaving again? »

David’s heart sank.

He stroked her hair.

« No. »

Emily looked at him fearfully.

« Really? »