Moonlight filtered through the filmy sheers as Mark played with her red curls, lost in the blue eyes twinkling up at him.
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
“I have to go now,” he whispered.
Her brow furrowed and tears clouded the brightness.
Oh no. The tears undid him every time. “Shhh.” He ran a fingertip over the shell of her ear. “Don’t cry. It’ll only be a while, up at the church. I promise I’ll be back soon.”
He pulled the blanket up and kissed her soft cheek.
The door cracked open and light streamed in. “Is she still awake?”