Slipping off the bed carefully, she tucked Charlie up and dimmed his main light. "Night night baby boy, I love you so much," she said and stroked his hair until his eyes were closing and he was gone to the world.
As quietly as she could, Abi slid the book back onto the shelf and took Hemingway's hand. It was a rough weight in her palm but she felt his trepidation and longing.