Better Off-Limits

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On our FaceTime that night, Eden appears like the haloed angel on top of our Christmas tree.

My angel. My beautiful Rosy, that honey hair in a braid around her head, Christmas pajamas on from her own family gathering earlier.

The only dark spot is that her face is loaded with concern, no doubt based on my quick summary by text earlier. “I’m so sorry, Connor.”

“It’s okay. It’s going to take a while to tell you everything…”

“I want to hear it all. Whatever you need.”

We end up talking into the early morning hours, before I fall asleep with her on the other end.

I sleep soundly.