Roll The Dice
That evening, after a long nap and another feeding, I sat on the couch, curled up next to Alek, who had his arm around my shoulders, holding me close to his side. We were watching a sappy love story, but I couldn’t focus on it. I was too consumed with the memory of Alek’s conversation with my father. I couldn’t help but wonder if Alek would share the book with me. Suddenly, the TV was turned off, and I was scooped up. When Alek made it to the one door in the penthouse that hadn’t been opened by me in decades, I wrapped my arms around his neck.