Connor’s POV
‘How’s it going?’ my sister asks as she rocks my sleeping daughter in her arms, looking every bit the mother she will soon become.
My heart constricts at the sight, knowing that for Grace, that connection, that love of a mother, she’ll never have now.
‘Good’ I admit, as I fold the pile of baby leggings that I’ve just taken out of the dryer. I pretty soon learned, that though she looks cute in dresses and little dungarees with animals on them, having Grace in leggings and a top is so much easier when it comes to dealing with baby puke or diaper changes.
‘When are you thinking about starting at Cadell? Hali questions, her gaze meeting mine.
I sigh, I know I need to start at least doing part time, my savings are dwindling faster than I expected. The problem is though that I’
