The children were afraid. The wind howled outside and knocked against their front door like a fearsome stranger trying to break it down. It was one of those nights where Mom would stay gone for hours and hours on end, sometimes not returning until the morning, rumpled and wild-eyed, stumbling to her bed. They huddled together as the girl reached behind her headboard for the book. She spread it open across both their narrow laps. Looking at each other, they smiled as the light from the book illuminated their tiny faces. They blinked, then disappeared.