Where the Light Lives

“After me.” “After you,” I agreed.

And he drove that car laughing across the living room floor, and Josie chased it shrieking, and it was the most ordinary sound in the world, and it was the best thing I have ever heard.

Chapter 16 — Where the Light Lives

People ask me, sometimes, when they hear a piece of the story, how those kids came through what they came through.

I never have a good answer, because the honest one is that they came through it because of who they already were before I ever got the call — because a six-year-old decided his little sister would be okay and made himself into the thing that kept her okay, and never once put her down.