Chapter 59

When they arrived, Papa swung Noelle in his arms, hugged her, and kissed her cheek. “So pretty, my little Christmas angel.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered something in his ear. He kissed her again and set her down.

Charlie had grown used to him, and she let him pick her up. “Papa go bye-bye?”

“Papa go bye-bye, peque?a,” he agreed. “George.”

“Stay safe, Papa.” He handed him a sugar cube. “For Sunrise.” He felt a burning behind his eyes as he thrust out his hand.

Papa took it, then pulled him into a one-armed hug. “I love you, son.”

George knew he was going to start crying, so he gave a jerky nod and took Charlie so Papa could say a proper goodbye to Mama.

And then Papa was on the train, leaning out the window, waving his hat in farewell. 26

Two months later, on George’s seventeenth birthday, Mama told him she was expecting a baby, and he danced her around the room.