Her voice splits the night and jolts me from bed.
"I'm right here, Kara mia. I'm right here."
Karoline is sick and needy these days. She is clinging to me constantly, pressing a hot, limp body against mine and holding on as if for dear life. Now, I sing her back to sleep and I don't dare move. Instead, I think about that well-worn phrase." Read the rest here.