Anders had gotten into Fandom on the first portal he could catch after
Carys's call, and the rest of the day had been full of strawberry sundaes and craft projects and sticky cuddles and more questions than Anders knew a five-year-old could ask in twelve hours. And, somehow, his fingernails were painted hot pink to match hers by the end of the day
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But now it was a whole day later, and Mommy hadn't been there to brush her hair or sing her to sleep and she hadn't been there to wake her up with a kiss and make her eat breakfast. And while she might miss one or the other, missing both was practically unheard of.
So while she was coloring in her book, Carys finally asked, "When is Mommy coming back? I miss her."
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He was impressed by how calm and not-bitter he sounded.
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Putting the crayon down, she looked up at her Daddy. "Or is it more 'bominations?" she asked in a small voice.
Carys didn't like 'bominations. They gave her scary dreams.
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That was a good way to give the child nightmares, but she seemed too sharp to lie to.
"Have you ever heard of zombies?"
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