Dave pouted.
Yasmin seemed nervous at first but quickly warmed up.
I really like her, so I started filling her in on everything.
Lucas and Dave were busy snacking. Honestly, they could be brothers—or elephants. Their appetites were practically identical.
"You look like my late cousin. I was very close to her," Yasmin mumbled sadly.
"Artemis," I said.
Her eyes widened. "How did you know?"
"Arles—he's my brother now—used to call me Artemis. He thought of me as her at first, but we grew closer."
In the middle of our conversation, Lucas approached me with a plate filled with peeled and cut apples and grapes. He placed it gently on my lap.
"Thank you, babe," I chirped.
"No problem. Babies need their nutrition," he replied before heading back to the pantry to sit across from Dave. The
