For the last few weeks, Callum continued to watch Declan under orders from his father. His friend was quiet by nature. Getting up, he walked over to the window for the umpteenth time that day.
Temperance was outside with the children, watching them as they played while she talked and walked through the gardens with Ambrosia. He loved the fact that Phoenix felt safe enough to open up to the woman and her sister the first day they arrived. He’d been in the kitchen at the flat when his son came barreling into the apartment with the girl behind him.
“Daddy, this is Kennedy. She’s going to be my new friend,” Phoenix had told him proudly. “I’m going to show her my room, okay?”
“That’s fine,” he’d said with a smile. When Declan came to get the little girl a few hours later, he noticed a red ma
