CHAPTER 275 — Ariel and Evan

The names hadn’t come from a long list.

Or from a discussion over which one the mother would choose and which one the father would.

They had come on a very special night.

It was Christmas, at the Saavedra home, when the noise of the dinner table had faded and all that remained were hushed voices, the clinking of glasses, and that strange calm that settles in when the family is gathered and nothing seems to be missing.

After the toast, when everyone had begun to