Zayde's Point of View
The baby's snack drawer is officially stocked, although I am pretty sure that it is seventy percent for Chloe and thirty percent for “the baby,” despite what she claims.
Right now, she is sitting cross-legged on my bed now, her hair falling over her shoulders as she flips through one of my old photo albums that she found buried on my bookshelf.
“Wow... You look so young here.”
She murmurs, running her fingers over a picture.
“I was five there. It was the first time I came to this pack. Before I even thought about… any of this.”
I say as I sit down next to her.
She glances up at me, a small teasing smile on her lips.
“So before me?”
I give her a small smile as I nod and take the album from her.
"Yes... Before you. You were born after we came back here...”
