Ainsley Fraser had no idea how to react to what was happening in front of her.
Her father sipped from his over-sized cup of coffee. He had surprised her by coming to her gran’s home, early in the morning, and bringing pastries to spoil them while Breda made them a more sustainable breakfast. It was only seven in the morning when Callen had shown up at the front door. He quietly entered his mothers small home, and had sat down at the table, and had waited for her to get up. Fiona had decided that napping on the oversized blanket in the living space, curled up while watching some absurd television show was more her liking, but Ainsley was more sharp than her sister. After tucking in her younger sibling, and kissing her on the cheek, she sat down across from him, and stared at him, before si
