Ten years later, I found myself lying on a lumpy couch with a number of anxious faces looming over me. Lincoln smiled and winked before heading away and leaving me with Asher and Petra.
Asher looked worried and brushed my cheek. Petra sat on my legs and grinned. “Why did you fall over? We were worried. Mum said it was a reaction to stress. Are you stressed? I’m not, even if we had to leave home in a hurry. I like your hair. It’s better than it was. Did you have to leave home in a hurry, too? Didn’t anyone tell you to be ready? That’s bad.”
youShe stared curiously, waiting for answers. Asher pulled her off. “Daddy can’t answer with you squeezing the air out of him. Give him a moment.”
Petra nodded and dragged over a chair, sat and watched, still wanting answers.
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