"Daddy, I need more glitter!" Lily called from the kitchen table where she'd moved her calendar project.
Ethan stood. "I'll check the craft box. Pretty sure there's some in the shed."
"I saw some silver glitter earlier," I offered. "In one of the boxes. Want me to grab it?"
"I'll get it. You stay warm."
"I'm already bundled up." I gestured to the coat I still wore. "Besides, you've been doing all the heavy lifting. Let me help."
He hesitated. Then nodded. "Fine. But watch your step. That ice is treacherous."
We headed outside together. The temperature had dropped. My breath came out in white puffs.
The shed door stood open, propped with the shovel like before.
"I think the craft stuff was in the back corner," Ethan said, stepping inside.
I followed. The shed was bigger than it loo
