Dov woke up the next morning feeling lighter than he has been for a very long time. He was never heavy, not physically nor in his behavior, and thought himself to be as light as a butterfly. But the long talk with Yonah last night brought out things he never knew held him back and made him heavier than the weight of his own body.

She brought him a pillow and a blanket and silently sat on an armchair near the sofa he set his bed upon. She just sat there, not even looking at him. Somehow her presence got him to talk more about the past week, about Chloe and Sam and Wes and Adam and... well... and many other things, as well.

She had no judgment in her. Not any he could see or feel. And that for itself was liberating. They had no past, they surely will have no future, and that left the present time alone. And she was a true present. A gift. And Dov started talking. They spoke for hours about everything, and Dov easily found himself confiding in her and telling her things he never spoke about.

Dov's parents sent him to the shrink after what happened with Adam, but he never found any comfort in that. Nor in the meetings he had to go to get back to work after what happened with Crystal's brother. But with Yonah he felt free to talk about anything, and found that just like her name, she was the bearer of peace to his mind and soul. Yonah. Dove.

When the grandfather clock down the hall ticked twice, they knew they must get some sleep, and bid their good-nights again, this time for real.

When Yonah left the room, the exhaustion Dov felt kicked in and he fell asleep immediately, only to wake up sweating two hours later. He looked around disoriented until he remembered where he was. When he realized he was sweating because of the fireplace in the room, he decided to switch to his usual sleeping gear and took off his pants. After that he fell in deep slumber until the blinding sun woke him up.

The light reflected from the French doors in the room was magnified at least ten fold by the snow outside. Dov checked the time on his watch, and knew he overslept. He heard some voices from the kitchen and hallway, but none of them distinct or close. He smiled to himself, thinking what a lovely family this is, that allowed him to sleep in and kept quiet until he woke up.

The scent of the stew slowly cooking on the fireplace overnight hit his nostrils, and he realized he was hungry again. Laziness filled his veins thinking of a day of nothing but food and sleep ahead of him.

He started looking around, and saw one of the room's walls was covered with books. The cover of one book in particular caught his attention, as he remembered his grandpa reading from it a lot. He got up from the sofa and started walking to the shelf where the book stood. Realizing he's in his briefs and undershirt, Dov pulled the blanket with him to cover himself waist down, holding it in place with one hand.

As he stretched his arm to the high shelf to bring the book down, Yonah walked in to the room and greeted him good morning. Looking at her, Dov smiled and got distracted from the book his fingers just touched, and the book fell on the floor. The book dropped open, and a piece of paper fell from it to the floor. Dov wanted to lean down and get everything up, but the blanket restricted his movement. Making one more effort, Dov bent down to the book and paper, and got up to find Jake standing in the room next to Yonah, and the blanket down on the floor.

Yonah hid her face in her father's back, embarrassed yet smiling, while Dov grabbed the blanket and quickly set on the sofa, covering himself, suddenly aware of the fact he didn't take a shower in four days. Jake looked somewhat amused and opened his hand to take the book from Dov's, saying nothing while he examined the book and the paper.

"Why this book?" Jake's tone all serious made Dov look up in fear of what might be wrong.

"I.. I… I remember my Zaidi reading from it." Dov couldn't help but stutter in fear.

"Your Zaidi had this book!?" it was clear Jake was shocked.

"Yeah, they were religious, too" Dov sneaked a smile, sneaking a look at Yonah.

"And the piece of paper?" Jake continued

"Just fell off the book. I don't know what it is."

"This is your future, Dov" Jake said in a serious tone, and moved his eyes from Dov to Yonah and back to Dov.

"My what?"

"Your future. See… my father bought some land near Hamilton many years ago. He hid the deed in one of his books, and predicted it will be found by Yonah's husband and it will be their land. You can see there are many books here, and we never looked for it. It was actually a family joke that Yonah didn't get married because we don't have this deed. I can tell you this land is now worth a lot more money than I ever had. So is Yonah." And Jake side-hugged his daughter in appreciation.

It was a good thing Dov was sitting already, or he would have fallen on the sofa upon hearing this.

"Wha… wha… what do you mean?" Dov stuttered again, this time in confuse tone. What is it with my tongue this morning?

"I mean you and Yonah are getting married" Jake said with the largest smile Dov have yet seen him wear, as if he didn't just say his precious girl will marry a complete stranger just because he dropped a book to the floor in his clumsiness.

"I… I…" Dov stuttered and held his head in his hands. Is this man joking? Is it for real? How could it be that no matter where I am and what I do it always backfires and everything gets so tangled?

Dov didn't have a chance to finish, as Leah walked in and invited them all to the dining room to have lunch. Her gloved hands quickly picked the pot from the stove and the scent left with her. Dov had a feeling she took all light with her too, as the sun was covered by a cloud and darkness fell on the room.

No one said a thing during lunch about what happened in the living room earlier. After lunch Gabi and Dov wore coats and went out to play in the snow with the younger kids.

Yonah was looking at them through the French windows, and wondered how different this Dov was compared to the one walking in the house the previous night. He looked happier now, relieved. As if he had no worries in the world. He actually looked like a child as the others he was playing with.

Playing and fooling around Dov glanced at Yonah occasionally, thinking how the past hours did his soul wonders. Looking at her he realized there was one thing in his life he needed to do to man up – he needed to grow up.

He always blamed someone for the way his life went. It was always Adam, his parents, his grandparents, his partners, always someone else. Yonah said something last night. Something about how when you point one finger at someone else, you always keep three pointed at yourself. And she was right. It was time to grow up, stop blaming and start acting.

The kids dropped him on the snow and jumped on him. It took him a while to free himself from the snow thrown on him, and when he finally did he raised his eyes looking for Yonah, but didn't find her anywhere.

Instead, he found himself staring at Chris's uniformed presence.

"Nice, Dov. Nice" Chris's voice was loaded and harsh "every possible cop in the GTA is looking for you and you're playing in the snow. How mature." Chris spat the last words and walked back, talking to his radio. "Found him. Call off the search and the medics. He's fine."

Dov quickly took off David's coat and walked around the house to the squad on the snowed street. The car was parked several houses down, and it took them a minute to walk in the snow. Chris, feeling sorry for being harsh on Dov just now, brought a blanket from the car's trunk and covered Dov in the passenger's seat.

As they drove off, Yonah was standing inside by the window and said nothing.