Morian giggled and shook her head as they made their way to their next stop. Abby ushered them in and led them to the small dining table set up near the windows. Zoran and Zohar were wrestling on the floor while Abby was working on a sketch for a new stained glass mobile that she was making for Zohar’s bedroom. She offered them some tea that she had just made as she talked about how Zohar was doing better about not waking up as much at night anymore.
“We have it much easier than Trelon and Cara or Creon and Carmen,” Abby admitted with a grin. “Zohar is just a sweetheart. He loves watching things, and of course,” she said with a shake of her head at the two figures crawling around on the floor growling at each other, “wrestling. I think he learned that if he was going to survive Amber and
