Damien’s POV
After the girls sneaked a few cookies, they returned to the living room where Claire continued to try to befriend Stacy while totally ignoring Amy.
I sat with the two girls on the couch, me in the middle seat with Amy farthest from Claire, Stacy closest.
“It’s so nice to be able to spend time with you, Stacy,” Claire said. “You are already growing up so much. I blink and you’ve grown another six inches. It feels like only yesterday that you were a baby in the hospital.”
To my knowledge, Claire didn’t have much memory of that time, since she spent most of it unconscious, but I didn’t say anything. She probably didn’t mean it literally, anyway. Her point was valid. Stacy had grown up a lot. Both girls had. They were sprouting like weeds and I could barely keep up.
“I guess
