. Not that it mattered in
all white puff in the air. He looked at me
s and a little red sweater I had knitted for him. It was worn, with a small hole near the elbow,
g at his faint reflection in the dark screen of th
sh boy. Your father won't notice your
reaching out. "Don't go, Leo. Please, don
passed through his small shou
. Truly, irreversibly dead. The last thread of hope that this was all a nightmare snappe
y cold cheek. "I'm going to get the pen. We'll have Christmas together when I g
at our family was shattered, that his father had chosen an
th the velcro straps that were losing their
the knob, and looked ba
Mommy. I'll
ed for him. The city was big and cold. The Miller
ould do
d only
him, a powerless guardian angel. The world outside the apartment wa
mall but determined. He pushed open the heavy main door
mppost. Cheerful music spilled from storefronts. People hurried past
ll boy in the thin red
house many times before, back when it was his
his small hands stuffed in his pockets. He was cold, b
magic wand that could fix everything. It could wake me up. It could b
e a shield, and it kept him moving for
n his wake, my silent tears lost in