Chapter 12 — Someone Comes When Called

The trip happened the following April. Nothing about it was luxurious. We rented a two-bedroom condo within walking distance of the beach. Andrew made breakfast.

Grandma brought crossword puzzles, three hats, and enough sunscreen for a small camp. Mia packed four books, her pink swimsuit, eleven crayons, and the moon-shaped light.

We spent mornings beside the water and evenings eating seafood from paper baskets at a family restaurant overlooking the bay.

On the second night, Mia asked if she could switch off the bedroom lamp. “Are you sure?” I asked.

“The moon light is enough.”

I kissed her forehead. “Whatever helps you sleep.”