When I walked away towards our chamber, Michael hurried to join me.
‘Might I speak with her now? While it’s still fresh in her mind.’
I couldn’t dispute his logic. Though I thought her unlikely to forget the experience any time soon. For I knew I would not. ‘Well, if she has no objections, then neither do I.’
At the door he stopped, grasping my arm. ‘Are they often like that? Sam and Papa. Tying to belittle each other?’
‘From time to time. And sometimes Hal decides to participate.’
‘It sounds exhausting.’
‘It is. Especially feeling as I do today.’ I opened the door. She lay against pillows, feeding Paolo. Penny had gone. Unsurprisingly, she appeared a little startled to see Michael. I moved her empty breakfast tray from the bed onto the table, then bent to kiss her and my son. ‘Micha
