“Daddy… When are we coming back home?”
My hand stilled above Ana’s head, for I had just been about to stroke her hair before I left—I had been under the impression that both her and Ivy had fallen asleep after I had read them their bedtime story, but it turns out that I was wrong. Ana’s eyes remained closed, but I could tell by her tense posture that she was anxiously awaiting my answer.
“Hopefully soon, princess. You just need to be a little bit more patient until Blair is healthy again.”
“Alright, daddy. I love you.”
“I love you too. Now, go to sleep, okay? We don’t want the monsters trying to eat your toes.”
As a manner of adding effect, I grabbed at her toes playfully, giving them a soft pull, despite the fact th
