Mason
I threw myself into distracting Micah over the following days, understanding intuitively that whatever adult fear was circulating through the rest of the household, the best thing I could offer was keeping his world feeling exactly as safe and normal as it had before any of us understood the specific shape of the danger now surrounding us.
"New training regimen," I announced one morning, setting up an elaborate obstacle course in the estate's back lawn using whatever equipment I could scrounge together, cones and hula hoops and a small trampoline someone had apparently ordered for exactly this kind of purpose. "Champions need to stay in fighting shape, even during downtime."
Micah's eyes lit up with the particular delight he always brought to anything I invented for him, no trace
