“That’s an order, Jonathan.”
She kneels in front of him. Touches his face. Cold.
He laughs. It’s shaky, human, wonderful.
Jonathan and Jordan tackle their dad in the mud. Lois stands back, arms crossed, smiling.
“That’s an order, Jonathan.”
She kneels in front of him. Touches his face. Cold.
He laughs. It’s shaky, human, wonderful.
Jonathan and Jordan tackle their dad in the mud. Lois stands back, arms crossed, smiling.
