"You said you'd stay."
"I am staying. I'm just getting coffee."
"There's coffee down the hall."
"I know."
"Then why do you need to go downstairs?"
I stopped.
There was no accusation in his voice. Just a question.
So I sat back down.
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"You know what? I don't."
Noah nodded like I'd finally answered correctly.
Another 20 minutes passed.
Then he pushed his chair closer to Emma's bed.
"Okay, Mom," he said quietly. "Dad's here this time."
