55. Michael

MICHAEL

W hen her breath evens out, I reach behind me and turn off the light on the nightstand.

Darkness settles across the room, but we left the curtains open, allowing in the glow of the outdoor Christmas lights and the moon’s reflection off the falling snow.

I watch the puffy flakes as they fall on the other side of the glass and decide this is my new favorite holiday.

Carefully, I pull Alice against my chest and wrap my arms around her.

Life gave me the most precious gift, and here, tonight, I vow to take care of her in every way I can.