Twinkle, Twinkle, little star,
How I wonder where you are.
Jane carefully stands up from the rocking chair and lays his daughter in the crib. He strokes her fine, blonde curls and gently places a kiss on her forehead. He gazes at her as she sleeps, seeing her mother in the line of her nose. This baby completes the hope and peace that is his world after so much darkness.
This is a Christmas of miracles, filled with his own baby, who lights his world, and an angel, waiting for him in the bedroom. Life after Red John is sweet.