Silent Knight (The Compassion #2) Read Online Xavier Neal

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Novella Tags Authors: Series: The Compassion Series by Xavier Neal

Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)

From USA TODAY BESTSELLING author Xavier Neal comes a fun Christmas Novella Sequel to Compassion: The Extended Edition.

Father of two Archer Cox isn't sure what to get his young daughters for Christmas.

Neither used their time sitting on Santa's lap wisely.

One interrogated him like he was a world class jewel thief, and the other almost slapped him in the face because of his beard.

So, what does a dad do?

He gets creative with the help of his wife to have the girls write a letter to the big man in red.

Unfortunately for him, he wasn't expecting "Santa" to have to deliver such a tall order.

Then again, if he was given a miracle ten years ago, who's to say another one can't occur this holiday season.

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Chapter 1


You know how they say, things are totally different when it’s your own kids? That’s mainly true. However, one of the exceptions is when it comes to reading and buying books. I constantly do both like they’re flunking students who I am determined to help graduate by any means necessary. I guess the biggest difference between Private Academy Librarian Jaye and Mom Jaye is that I buy my girls books directly versus just telling a parent or parents or nanny – we don’t have one of those – what books they should be buying. Not a monumental difference.

“Mom, we can’t forget to pick out a new cookbook for Grandma Caroline.” Rainne Saint Cox, my seven-year-old going on thirty-seven politely reminds from my side on our way towards Crack That, our favorite bookstore. “Remember how much she loved the Disney one we got for Mimi for her birthday this year?”

No, you heard her right. Grandma Caroline. Chris’s parents – who are still my parents’ best friends – have stepped into the role of extra grandparents for our girls. We were as surprised as anyone – all things considered – but I get the feeling that this allows them to have a piece of life that they never thought they would after he died. Explaining the situation to the girls – how not all family is blood and how tragedy can create new bonds – was a great teaching opportunity that also inspired me to write and illustrate my third children’s book, which covered the subject. Hm? Oh! Yeah! Yeah! I’ll tell you all about my first one! It was written and published a little after a year into my relationship with Archer. It was about a bunny who needed help from a gardener that listened to the bunny’s issues. And then the bunny, encouraged other bunnies to go to the gardener to be heard as well as guided, too. It was created to help young children who transition into therapy, and I’m happy to report that it’s not only on our shelf in the library at the private academy I still work for, but that it was also bought by several doctors for their practices, including the one Dmitri Chappell – dreamy doctor that wasn’t for me – runs. Don’t worry. No hard feelings there. He’s happily married, too! We even take our kids to him for wellness visits and on the occasion playdates. See. No bad blood.

“And Grandpa Kristof likes birds,” Rainne continues to recall during our stroll, more curls escaping loose from the bottom of her beanie.

“So, he needs a bird book!” squeaks, my four-year-old daughter Henzley, anxious to contribute to the conversation.

Her sister leans around my frame to swiftly correct, “An ornithology book, Henz.”




Rainne poorly hides her frustration sounds that are too much like her grandmother’s for her own good. “Awr-nuh-thol-uh-jee.”

“Awr-nuh-thol-uh-jee,” Henz quietly repeats to herself over and over again, clearly trying to soak in not only the word but how to correctly say it as well.

I don’t know if that’s a technique she learned all on her own or one inspired from hearing her father repeat his mantra when he occasionally gets a little off kilter. Thankfully, the meds and therapy over the years have helped tremendously; however, that’s the thing about PTSD. There’s no cure. You can still have an episode. It’s about controlling and preventing whenever possible. Proactive versus reactive. The kids know that Dad has to do it for his health, just like they know mental health matters just as much as physical health. They also know about his limp – which is really only that noticeable when it gets too cold out like today. While they don’t fully grasp the concept of war or the military, they understand Archer served for the country that they live in to protect them in ways almost like a superhero does and that the tags on display on our family wall are a reminder of that. And that their names – Rainne’s middle and Henz’s first, which contains a z plus the way it sounds – are both after his best friends who didn’t survive the fight like their dad did. What’s interesting is that type of talk makes Henz get teary and huggy and almost afraid she might lose him yet fills Rainne with curiosity and a bit of anger that not everyone comes back from those things. She wants reasons why. And wants answers for why they have to fight to begin with. I’m gonna be totally up front here and say that shit is so not the easiest subject to approach with kids. And I don’t think I can write a bunny themed book to help explain it better. Trust me. I’ve already tried.