The attic was freezing and there was no order to the stacked boxes.
“I’m looking!” Daniel shouted down the ladder as he dug into a crate.
His fingers met softness. Curious, he pulled out a pair of small flannel pajamas, decorated with rockets.
Charlie’s.
Daniel’s eyes met Jack’s as the colonel crested the ladder. Jack’s face was blank as he stared at the garment in Daniel’s hands.
“Leave them there,” Jack said quietly, pulling out Christmas decorations from a different box.
“I shouldn’t have seen. I’m sorry,” Daniel whispered.
Jack stroked the pajamas, then Daniel’s cheek, and replied, “I’m not.”
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