Preston & Naomi — The Hidden Letters
Their new arrangement did not resemble the effortless family photographs in magazines.
It involved calendars, patience, and difficult conversations at the worst possible moments.
One evening, after Preston read a bedtime book, Eli reached for his hand.
“Are you coming Tuesday?”
“Yes,” Preston said.
“Tuesday, after school.”
Eli released his hand and settled beneath the blanket.
“Okay.”