CHAPTER SIX
“YOU LOOK TIRED.”
She gave the pretty, dark-eyed woman who’d introduced herself as Bella a weary smile. “I am. A little.”
The small one, Angie, patted her hand. “We’ll go then. Let you get some sleep.”
The three women gathered baby Matilda up from the spot on the rug where she’d been banging spoons against a wooden box and headed out of the room. Bella tsk tsked her daughter, shoving a messy lock of wispy red hair off her face. “Where did you lose your barrette, Tildy?”
She laughed easily as the baby gurgled, flinging a fat hand in her direction as if accusing her. “She’s adorable. Thanks for letting me hold her.”
“Any time. You feel better now, k?” Bella squeezed her hand.
She nodded, lying back on the pillow as they left. She waited until the sound of their voices trai
