Chapter Two“I sent the telegram,” Annabelle announced, arriving back at the wagon, where she found the doctor perched, his hip against the wood, the baby cradled in the crook of one arm. The little fellow looked sated and relaxed, his eyes drifting shut. Annabelle smiled, and then added, “They'd like us to stay nearby for a while in case she responds. Looks like our young friend here enjoyed his lunch?”
“Immensely,” Gavin replied in a quiet, amused tone. “I don't recall ever feeling that much excitement over milk and bread, but I'm glad he enjoyed it.”
The baby's eyelashes fluttered and finally closed.
“I hope, when all is said and done, the sister comes and takes him and doesn't find it too much of an imposition.”
“Hard to say,” Gavin replied. In the back of the wagon, a burlap sack d
