Two Hundred Eighty Five

"Sweetheart? Daddy has stuff to tell you", Jonathan whispers.

I clutch Estella to my chest and inhale the cedarwood smell of her hair. She babbles "mama", and I kiss her nose.

"Avery... here". He grabs her hand and leads her to the couch.

"Your uncle Kenny and me and you... we aren't going to Ore...