“So, she’s all right?” he asks, flipping through the next patient’s chart. “Who?” I ask, confused. “Sarah,” he murmurs. “And Jessica,” he adds, a little bit of an afterthought. I smile a little, watching him as he pointedly doesn’t look at me, flipping through pages which I know he’s already
Ella Cora and Roger stay in the meeting room for a little breakfast as Henry escorts Sarah and Jessica from the room, wheeling beside them as they discuss some preliminary plans for Jessica’s schooling and Sarah’s own desires and ideas about her future life. I smile as Sinclair and I walk slowly
“And if we did,” Sinclair murmurs, looking seriously up at me. “What would you have us do as a result?” “I don’t know,” I say, shaking my head as I look down at him, sighing with my worry and my fear. “I’m really not – not trying to talk you into anything, Dominic, or persuade you one way or ano
Ella I’m quite tired when evening approaches in the refugee camp and Cora comes to my side, placing a hand on my back and telling me that we should probably head home. I sigh, looking around, knowing that I can do more but… “I get it, Ells,” she says, looking around with me. “But there’s on
My laughter dies a little as he mentions his mother again, but I do my best not to let it show in my face. “I know, kid,” Isabel says, grinning down at him and giving me a wink. “Maybe we’ll have Dr. Hank come and look at you again, see if you can’t go tomorrow.” Satisfied with this, Benny n
Ella “Cora,” I scold, frowning, “you know I don’t’ feel that way –“ “Well I know you’d never say it,” she protests, sighing. “But I do get that this union between a wolf and a human – that, symbolically, it’s important. And even if you’re not disappointed that it could be…disappointing.”
“You know,” I sigh, watching the little pieces of baby clothing disappear into the basket, “he’ll probably be too big to wear those by the time they’re clean. He grows like crazy.” “Damn straight he does,” Sinclair says, tickling Rafe’s naked belly, proud, as he turns on the warm water and prepa
Cora “Ella,” I sigh, turning to my sister, who is standing behind me with her hands clutched together, tears rimming her eyes, not breathing because she’s trying so hard not to burst into tears – “You look so beautiful!” she squeaks, and I can’t help but laugh because she looks like a little