–Damon–
I sleep.
I always sleep.
Because that's the only place I still get to see my wife—calling for me, scolding me, reaching for me with those cold hands that somehow always felt warm against my chest.
Then a tap pulled me out of it.
"Damon."
I blinked awake to Jane's face.
"Watch over Sky," she said softly.
"Hmm…" I turned to the other side—but Sky was already crawling toward me. He smacked my face with all his baby strength.
"MAMAMAMAM!" he declared triumphantly.
I sat up, grabbed him with one arm.
"Did you say Mama?"
"Mamamam…" he blew spit everywhere, those purple eyes wide and searching.
Jane noticed the unopened envelope beside me.
"You haven't opened this?" she asked, brows drawn. "You really should, Damon." She touched Sky's head. "I'll leave him with you. He's been calling you."
"DADA!" Sky shouted suddenly, clapping like he just discovered his own hands.
I smiled despite the heavy weight in my chest. I kissed his forehead and felt the ache deepen.
