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
Before Ella can come back, I slip behind the little dressing screen and take off the dress, folding it carefully and putting on the outfit that I came in. When I come out one of the stylists comes over to take the gown from me. “Um,” I say softly, glancing over at Ella, who is still consulting.
Cora As Roger drives down the dark highway, I type out a quick message to Ella on my phone: Hey! I’m going to be MIA for a couple of days. Roger and I are taking some time to ourselves. I’m sorry to leave you hanging with all the work we have to do at the camps – will you forgive me? I b
Well. I knew it was perfect. “It’s perfect,” Roger says, turning to grin at me over the roof of the car. I smile right back at him, so pleased that he feels precisely as I do. Then, without another word, we both spring into action – Roger going to the trunk to get our bags and me moving to t