CAMILLA
Henry looked back and forth between us, unimpressed. “So now that you are together, it's telepathic communication or not?”
“How about you f*ck off!” Leo grumbled a mouthful. Henry opened his mouth to retort, but an ear-splitting cry echoed in the baby monitor. The little rascal was up. And just like that, it hit me that he too had spent most of his time on the road, he probably hadn't been fed since he left my house. “Crap!” I hastily jumped off the counter ready to head upstairs and grab him before he dries his throat screaming, but then remembered I didn't prepare a toddler-friendly dinner. And since he hasn't been in the house for a few days, there might be nothing ready for him.
“Go get him,” I instructed Leo, who still didn't look like he was moving any time soon. “I will
