As the car approached the Judson family estate, the driver slowed to a stop and glanced back at the sleeping Larissa.
Neville raised a finger to his lips in a “shh” gesture. The driver nodded, understanding.
Neville took out his phone, silenced it, and sent a message to his wife.
[Sapphira, we’re home, but Larissa is asleep in the car. She seemed exhausted, so I didn’t want to wake her.]
A moment later, a reply came.
[Okay, I’ll have Wren keep dinner warm. Let her sleep.]
Neville put his phone away and gazed at Larissa’s peaceful face. His eyes then shifted to the evening sky, now dotted with stars. He began to wonder what kind of birthday gift would be worthy of a daughter like her.
…
When Larissa woke, the stars were shining brightly outside the car window. She realized they must have been parked for some time.
A glance at her phone confirmed it was nearly eight o’clock. Normally, they would have been home by seven. She had slept for an extra hour, and her father had waited for her the entire time.
“Dad, why didn’t you wake me?” she asked, sitting up and stretching.
“You said you were tired, and you looked so peaceful. I figured you needed the rest,” Neville replied.
Larissa was touched. She hadn’t expected to sleep so soundly in the car, nor for her father to wait so patiently. A warmth spread through her chest, mixed with a hint of guilt. “Mom must have been waiting for a long time.”

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