The next morning, Emily was up before Declan. She wandered around gathering firewood. She was joined by Murdock’s eldest son. He had startled her by coming into her line of sight and she hadn’t heard a sound.
“Good morning,” Emily cheerfully greeted him. “I’m Emily.”
“Andrew,” the boy said quietly; so quietly that Emily had to strain to hear him. “So, you’re my new aunt?”
That made Emily blush a little. “I’m hoping to be,” she said cheerfully.
“You are, or so I am given to assume,” the boy said with a chuckle. “What do I call you?” he asked seriously.
“Emily works for me,” Emily said, a bit taken aback. She saw his head pop back a little and turn a little.
“Mother and Father are awake,” Andrew said without turning toward the camp.
Emily said nothing. This boy was a puzzle. In fact,
