Heaven descended the last step and walked closer to the front door. She debated on whether to open it and walk outside to hear what Dylan and Layne were discussing. The longer she remained inside the house sensing their conflicting emotions, the harder it grew to stay away.
A whimper drew her attention back to her arms, where Adalyn lay sleeping. Her daughter worried about her father and Layne, but there was something else, something Heaven couldn’t sense.
If only she had Adalyn’s ability to block her own emotions from people.
The anxiety building in her chest waned. She met Scott’s gaze as he sat on the couch, observing her. Hope sat beside him, though she wasn’t looking in Heaven’s direction. She was too busy gawking at her swollen extremities.
“Don’t worry about them, Heaven.” Scott
