Rise Of The Betrayed Omega
When was the last time I read anything that wasn't a mission brief or intelligence report?
"'Once upon a time,'" I begin, my voice rough and uncertain, "'there was a little wolf who lived in the deep forest.'"
"You have to show me the pictures," Sofia interrupts, leaning over to see.
I turn the book so she can see the illustration—a small wolf pup standing at the edge of a dark forest.
"He looks scared," Sofia observes. "Is he scared?"
"I... don't know. Should I keep reading?"
"Yes!"
I continue, stumbling over some of the words, forgetting to show the pictures until Sofia reminds me. She corrects me when I skip a line, points out details in the illustrations I miss.