I settled in for another calm night. I kept Erynn laying on my chest, gently patting her back, until she was calm and comfortable. I played with her for a bit until she quickly fell asleep.
I then opened my books, directing the lamps' light away from the baby, keeping her part of the room as dark as possible.
I kept reading, the sound of pages turning the only sound I could hear in the house. Erynn's breathing was too quiet to hear it, although I sensed every alteration in her sleep patterns.
I then heard the sound of scuffing steps. I kept the door of the nursery open, in case anybody wanted to pop in; it was lonely here, after all.
I then saw Bevan, Arlene's little boy. He was carrying a gigantic stuffed hippo that was larger than him, dragging him on the floor, as the tangled sheets
