Emily couldn't sleep. Not without seeing his sweet face with his round cheeks just starting to hollow as he got older, his hair always needing a comb, the sparkle in his blue eyes. The shadow hovering behind him, swallowing him. How many times did she shudder into wakefulness, the light tearing open the dream, exposing the wound again and again? She lost count. Finally, Emily forced herself to get up and sit in her chair by the window and watch the sky turn navy, then gray, and ...