Reunion
"Are you watching him sleep again?"
Martin looked up over Carl's closed eyes to see Theresa gliding back into the bedroom, setting down a tray of teas, and slipping under the duvet.
"We talked about that," she teased gently. "It's a bit creepy."
"I know," Martin said, watching Theresa lean over and kiss Carl's cheek. "It's just... I missed him so much."
Theresa smiled. "I understand. I did too. But he is here now," she said, pressing herself to Carl's back. "Why don't we wake him up?"
Martin nodded as she caressed Carl from his slumber.
"Welcome to Zurich, liebling."












