Gregory stopped stitching and looked at Frank. “If you think I’m going to be separated from you, you’re crazy. Whatever we decide, we do it together.”
They stayed up later than they should have, but the exhaustion just helped them sleep better. They moved James to the other bedroom before going to bed themselves, but when they woke, he was sleeping peacefully between them. It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours, but the boy was becoming attached to both of them.
He squealed in delight at the new clothes waiting for him in the morning, and for a moment, he forgot about his grief. It was like Christmas morning, only without his parents. Big tears welled up in his eyes and spilled over onto his cheeks, one at a time.
“You don’t suppose they’ll be mad that I’m happy to have new clothes, will they?” he asked.