Two Strangers Knocked During a Christmas Outage. The Moment They Gave Their Names, I Knew Something Was Wrong.

his small voice drifting out from his room.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, bud?”

“They can stay, right? The cold people?”

“For tonight,” I said carefully, tucking his dinosaurs in more securely around him. “We’ll see what happens with their car tomorrow.”

“And tomorrow,” he insisted with that immovable certainty only four-year-olds possess. “Because it’s Christmas and continue reading …