Page 90 of Wait for Me

“Christmas?” Jonas’s eyes brightened.

“I’ll try.”

“Try your best? Daddy said if you don’t try your best, you’re not trying enough.”

Marie nodded. “I always try my best. It’s very hard sometimes. I keep pushing on when I think of you.”

“What are you pushing on, Mommy?”

“I don’t know.”

“How do you not know what you’re pushing? Did you close your eyes?”

Valid question.Logan smiled.

“My job, I guess,” Marie said. “It’s very hard.”

“I have a job too,” Jonas said.

“Yeah?”

Jonas nodded. “Yeah. I play all day.”

“Is that a job?” Marie asked.

“Best job ever!”

Logan chuckled, giving away his presence.

Marie turned around. “Didn’t know you were there.”

“I was going to my room.” But he didn’t move.

“Daddy, will you pray with us?” Jonas pointed to the other side of his bed. “You sit there.”

And of course, Jonas insisted that they hold hands.

Marie’s hand was smooth and warm in his. Logan remembered all the good times they had.

And then the bad times.

He stiffened.

“Daddy, pray.” Jonas made a face at him.

Logan didn’t feel like praying, but if he let Marie do it, she might go for a short prayer, and then he would have to let go of her hand. He’d rather liked holding her hand right now.

He’d had a hard day. Sure, it was Saturday, but his cousin with the majority share of their company had gone and done the unthinkable: pour millions into a company whose CEO he had just met a month or two before.

There was nothing Logan could do to undo the process.

Except wait for a moment in the future to say, “I told you so.”

“Daddy?” Jonas asked.

“What?”

“Pray?”

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