time I’ve been able to say that and mean it.
He reaches behind his back, pulls out the wooden bird. Small, smooth, perfect. He kneels down to Mila. I made this for you in the wood shop at the hospital. It’s a wren. They’re small. Eddie’s hand shakes a little when he lifts the spoon. Mila notices, doesn’t say anything, just slides the bread closer to continue reading …
