I smiled even though he could not see me.
“All of them.”
He remained quiet for a moment.
“Can you tell me the dragon story?”
So I did.
Still dressed in my work clothes, I sat alone in a hotel room and told him the story I had invented years earlier about a timid dragon who feared the dark.48
By the third night, he sounded frustrated.
“You said four sleeps,” he reminded me.
“I know, sweetheart.”
“I already did three.”
“That means there is only one left.”
Another pause followed.
“When are you coming home, Mom?”
“Tomorrow evening.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
My meetings lasted longer than expected the next day. I spent most of the afternoon staring at the clock while pretending to listen to a presentation.
Then my manager announced that the final session had been canceled.
I immediately changed my flight.
When the plane landed earlier than planned, I decided not to tell anyone.
I wanted to surprise Bennett.
I imagined entering the house and hearing him shout my name. I pictured him racing toward me in his socks, probably knocking something over before throwing himself into my arms.
Lauren would roll her eyes, and I would laugh while Bennett tried to climb onto me even though he had become too large to carry comfortably.
The taxi dropped me off shortly after four in the afternoon.
Lauren’s car sat in the driveway exactly where I expected. The curtains were open, although I saw no movement inside.
I quietly pulled my suitcase along the path, planning to unlock the door, sneak into the living room, and call Bennett’s name.
I never had the opportunity.
The front door flew open before I reached for my keys.
Bennett wrapped both arms tightly around my waist.
“Mom!”
His hair smelled like the strawberry shampoo he claimed not to like. His cheek pressed against my coat, and he held me as though he feared I might disappear again.
For a brief moment, everything seemed normal.
I closed my eyes and hugged him more tightly.
“I missed you so much,” I whispered.
“I missed you more.”
“Impossible.”
“No, I counted.”
“You counted how much you missed me?”
He nodded with complete seriousness.
“A lot.”
Then he lifted his face toward me.
His smile disappeared.
At first, I assumed he had remembered something he had done wrong. Bennett had a very recognizable guilty expression. His eyes widened, his lips tightened, and the floor suddenly became fascinating.
But this was different.
The color drained from his face.
His voice shook.
“Please don’t go into my room.”
I stared at him, then laughed lightly, thinking he must have made a terrible mess while I was gone.
Once, Bennett had constructed an entire cardboard city across his bedroom floor and colored half the wall blue because, according to him, every city required a sky.
“What happened? Did you draw on the walls again?”
He shook his head so violently that tears appeared in his eyes.
“No.”
The fear in his voice erased my smile.
He glanced anxiously toward the hallway.
“I promised I wouldn’t let anyone in.”
I frowned.
“Promised WHO?”
