Anna's tiny hand was wrapped around Joshua's, and both of them were fast asleep. Joshua's large frame, curled up beside his daughter's tiny frame , to fit in their tiny bed, I wondered how he could fall asleep that way without feeling any cramps.
I went to the other side of the bed and put down Alan gently, so as to not wake the father-daughter duo, but just as I thought I had succeeded doing that , Joshua's eyes stirred open.
He said in a groggy voice , "That was the first time I've slept so peacefully in years."
My heart pained at his words. How could the man have slept peacefully in that tiny cramped up bed , and with a built like his? Was his life with Elizabeth and her child not as lovely as I had imagined? Or was it just he just being sardonic about it?
