Tonight Michael was a little reluctant to head into sleep, but a bit of rocking and a familiar story, and soon he was drowsing quietly in her arms, his head lolling against her shoulder. Once he was back in his own bed and tucked in, she made her way downstairs.

She padded through the dim light of the living room to her husband, sliding onto the couch next to him as she looked over his shoulder. "What're you reading?"