Chapter 235

EnyaI don’t know why it’s harder at night, but it is. I tried to avoid it, tried to resist going to Christian. But I felt better in his arms last night and as the grief begins to overwhelm me, I make my way to his room.I can hear that he’s talking to someone, but I knock anyway, hoping that I’m not interrupting anything. I’m thankful when he opens the door with a phone to his ear.“Dad, I have to go,” he says.He opens his arms, and I practically collapse into them. He picks me up easily, carrying me into his room that already smells like him.“I’ve got you,” he says, sitting down and getting me settled in his lap. He’s not wearing a shirt, but something about being skin to skin with him, smelling the lingering scent of soap mingled with his masculine scent helps to calm me.“Why is it harder at night?” I ask as the tears stream down my cheeks.