CHAPTER 27
“THOSE BREAD ROLLS TURNED out delicious,” Star told her husband.
It was Kennedy’s second Christmas Eve dinner at the Winters’ home in their Copper Lake homestead. She couldn’t believe how fast time had flown since the earthquake.
Judson, who was holding baby Rylee on his lap, put his face close to hers and cooed, “It’s too bad our sweet little baby girl can’t eat the big yummy bread yet, but she can’t because it would hurt her tummy wummy, wouldn’t it?”
His wife let out a sigh. “I still think it’s ridiculous that we have to give her bottled formula when we’ve got two perfectly healthy milk goats. Makes me remember why we don’t foster full time.”
He smiled and continued to talk in his baby voice. “No, but soon she’ll grow big and strong and when she’s a year, she’ll be able
