“Yes, that’s right,” Roger replies, moving his hand down his face and looking at me, a little smile on his mouth. “So…do we even need to…think about it?” “Do you want to?” I ask, curious. “Not…a lot…” he confesses, grimacing. “I mean,” I say, cocking my head to the side. “Do you forgive me? Fo

I nod, understanding, concentrating on nothing else but his words. “But then she said,” he twists his mouth a little, concentrating. “It’s hard to know how to phrase it – because it wasn’t precisely words – but that for the future of the world, I had to focus on family. And not just like…my brothe

“How do you know?” she asks, laughing and casually brushing his hair away from his face. “Because,” he says, smug, “the child has incredible genes – the paternal line is especially fierce, not to mention good looking –“ Cora and I both laugh and she swats his head a little, making him sit up and

Ella We had dinner a little later, and Henry got to give Cora his shocked congratulations on her pregnancy. His eyes were wet, a little, at the thought of his second grandchild, but it was all for joy. It was a wonderful evening that we all spent together – surprising after such a horrible mornin

Ella Sinclair and I wake up late the next morning and frankly I’m grateful that everyone let us sleep in. We had to get up to feed Rafe, of course, but even with that? It’s the most sleep I’ve gotten in a long time. “Morning,” I murmur, turning over to Sinclair and slinging a leg up over his hi