Upon returning to her quarters, Desa found her mother sitting on the sofa with little Brendan in her lap. The boy was snuggled up against her and snoozing peacefully. Leean looked up as she came in and mouthed the words, “I finally got him down.”
Reaching for her son, Desa sighed as Leean gave him to her. Brendan woke up just long enough to blink his bleary eyes and smile. “Mama,” he mumbled, nestling his head on her shoulder.
She carried him to the bedroom where Anna had set up a crib made out of some strange material that she called duroplastic. All Desa could say was that it would take an Infusion, which meant it had never been alive.
Laying Brendan down in the crib, she pulled the blankets up over his little body. He murmured, his head lolling as he drifted back into a peaceful slee
