When I went upstairs, Finn was reading in bed.

He patted the spot next to him, and I sat there until he finished the chapter.

He shut the book and asked if we could go fishing on Saturday.

I told him yes, as long as the weather was nice.

“And what if it rains?”

“Then we’ll find something else to do together.”

He nodded, content.

After I switched off the lamp, he called out to me from the dark.