He didn't hear every syllable perfectly, but he heard the melody of her voice, the shape of her love. It was enough. He hugged her tighter, the stuffiness in his ears suddenly feeling less like a wall and more like a temporary, annoying curtain. A curtain that, with the next dose of decongestant and a good night's sleep, would eventually be drawn back.
"I can't hear you, Leo," Alex said, the admission a physical blow. He pointed to his ear. "Daddy's ears are broken." ears stuffy from cold
He found Sarah in the kitchen, her back to him as she made Leo a sandwich. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. She jumped, then relaxed, covering his hands with hers. He didn't hear every syllable perfectly, but he
"I can't hear anything," he mumbled into her neck. "It's awful. Leo thinks I'm ignoring him." A curtain that, with the next dose of
The worst moment came when his son, Leo, burst into the room. "Daddy! I drew a rocket ship!"