Chapter 74 Calm Before The Storm

• Elijah
• Thea’s laughter rang out through the house as she darted behind the couch. Her stuffed bear, newly dubbed Mr. Snuggles, was clutched tightly in one hand. For my part, I had been tasked with “the hunt”—her words, not mine—and despite the sharp ache in my knees from crawling around on the floor for the better part of twenty minutes by now, I was enjoying myself more than I would have liked to admit.
• It wasn’t often that I had a chance to spend the evening with my daughter, just the two of us. And it was nights like this that I felt as if I could actually let down my guard.