I asked. “No,” Tyra answered, but she had a smile in her voice. We were standing outside on the deck next to Tyra and Dad’s house in the foothills of Colorado outside Denver. It was two a.m. In other words, the early morning hours of Christmas Day. And it had just started snowing. The darkness be...
She felt safe, and content, and satisfied. Dawn light edged the draperies. The soft illumination ate away at the shadows and revealed the room’s floral wallpaper, the antique furniture, the Williamsburg print on the bed’s canopy. She might have been sleeping at a very nice bed-and-breakfast, not ...