Where the Light Lives
The doors stay open.
The nightlights stay on.
Every gift goes straight into their hands, unwrapped by them, no closet, no waiting.
And when Ollie or Josie calls out — for a lost crayon, for a bad dream, for a ride, for help with fractions, for anything, at any hour, for the rest of my life — I answer.
I answer every time.
People want the story to have a lesson, and if it has one, I think it is this, and it is not about villains.
It is about how easy it is for a good person to be talked into doing nothing.