12-Whisper
The flickering light found its way under her bedroom door, bringing her out of sleep. Curious, she pulled on her robe and walked into the hallway, slightly alarmed when she heard the faint voices. But as she reached the living room, she smiled. The noise was but a whisper as she covered Martin with a blanket and kissed his cheek, turning off the television.
"Good night, Mr. Crane. Sweet dreams."
"Night, Daphne." He said drowsily. She watched him for a moment, wondering what he'd be like as a father. She loved her own father, but Martin was special.
Perhaps someday…