Cami
"They'll be okay?" I ask again.
"They will." He doesn't say anything else, just sure that they'll be warm enough and I figure it's best to trust him.
Once we're outside, I take in a deep breath. The scent of pine hangs heavy around us with the brightness of snow. The combination is incredible, assaulting my senses and reminding me of my childhood. It's like I lit a holiday-scented candle during Christmastime and it makes me want to bake gingerbread cookies and trim a tree.
The only sounds around us are the crunching of snow beneath our boots and the jabbering of both Brody and Isabelle. Brody points out a bird or tree and Isabelle simply loves to hear her voice be heard. I chance a glance over in Owen's direction. He has one hand wrapped around each of Issy's ankles, helping her
