Bailee’s POV
I’m restless, I don’t know why but I just can’t sit still for some reason. Ever since my dad left to go up to the pack house to see the intruder, I’ve been pacing the house. I must have folded and refolded Travis’ jumper that he has left on the couch half a dozen times.
‘Mommy, can you help me’ my son asks from the floor where he’s trying to force a piece of puzzle into the wrong place, slamming his tin fist into it as if he thinks that will somehow make the edges fall into place.
‘That’s not going to work baby’ I sigh, crouching down beside him and gently removing the piece, searching through pile on the floor before handing him the correct one.
‘It still doesn’t fit’ Travis grumbles as he tries to put it in upside down, ‘where’s Grandpa? He makes them fit.’
I patiently
