We have just tucked the littles in for the night and came back to our room. We are both exhausted and I think I am bloody sleepwalking and talking already and Jay is changing while I am in bed.
"What weren't you telling me in the afternoon?" I ask him.
And he stops what he is doing and looks at me.
"I found Ana's diary by chance. She was feeling really lonely." He tells me.
I am crestfallen.
"But she was feeling better today, right? I mean she was laughing by the end of the day. I thought it would take so much more from our end to make it up to her." I say as Jay comes inside the blanket.
"She... She just wanted some attention and a lot of cuddles. We are giving her that so she is fine now, I think. The other two also are. It was kinda an adjustment period, I think." He says.
"Jay?
