Our children were missing. James was missing and Tilden was missing and Everett was missing, but June was not. Our own little piece of summer, curled up by the fire under his thin, flame-singed blanket.

Our children were missing. James was missing and Tilden was missing and Everett was missing, but June was not. Our own little piece of summer, curled up by the fire under his thin, flame-singed blanket.