Esme
It was days before we managed to leave the little farmhouse. The babies were all getting too big and it would be evident to anyone who saw them that they weren’t newborns. Brodie had picked up the car seats for the babies, and Jackson had installed them and packed the truck. There was only room in the truck for Jackson and me. Brodie, Marcus, and Tyler were going to take the train back to Inverness. We would be back long before them and Jackson could collect them from the station.
The notion of getting back to the camp before Brodie was intimidating. He said he hadn’t told anyone anything except Gerald, but somehow that felt worse. Gerald would be full of disappointment and everyone else would be full of questions. At least I wasn’t travelling back with Marcus. Brodie informed me t
