When I got home, Danny was curled up on the living room couch. The moment he saw on me, he scrambled into my arms, clinging to me tightly.

He wanted to chat but got drowsy after a few questions about Uncle Zack and whether Lorvière was fun. I hummed a soft lullaby, and before long, he was fast asleep.

After so long apart, Danny wouldn't let go of my neck even in his sleep. I had no choice but to hold him through the night. Near dawn, I suddenly woke up, my mind ...