Tomorrow May Already Be Too Late
Chapter 37 — Home
Across the table, Ivana and Elliott were laughing over breakfast.
Inside, in the kitchen, Anouk was on the phone with her mother — fully recovered now, the operation long behind her.
I had given Anouk a permanent place managing the household, with a full salary, a pension, and a college fund for her younger brother.
Ivana looked over at me, smiling.
“How are you feeling today, Dad?” I set down my cup and looked out over the green lawn and drew a long, easy breath.