HUNTER
“Will Mommy and I need to return home when our house gets rebuilt?” Morgan inquired innocently, sending Hunter to pause in his tracks. The little girl was staring intently at the portrait painting of his parents, craning her neck as if she was afraid of missing a single detail on the large canvas.
“How did you know?” he asked, a little stunned.
“Ms Thompson told me the other night. She said our house was burned, and I should be a good girl because Mommy will be very busy in the coming days.”
“Are you not scared?”
Morgan shook her head, her eyes sparkling with excitement and mischief. “I feel sad for the house. Georgie, my alpaca stuffed toy, died. But Ms Thompson said they would never be gone if I remember them. Besides, I can live in this big house! Hehe! I like it here! I fee
