Wynter’s POV
After a while, Connor moves around the crib and takes one of the two seats that I vacated just before he arrived. Sitting down, he picks up the clipboard, frowning as he glances over it where my handwriting litters a few of the boxes before looking up at me.
‘I tried to fill it in’ I explain quietly, ‘but I didn’t know all the answers . . I’m sorry’ I add worriedly, glancing down at the floor by my feet. ‘I should probably have left it for you to do, but . . I wasn’t sure how long you’d be and they said it would help to have the information . . ‘
‘Thank you’ Connor’s voice cuts off my own as I look up at him in shock.
‘W . . what?’ I stammer, confused.
‘Thank you’ the man repeats, ‘for bringing Grace here, for trying to fill in her forms, for . .’ he coughs out a strangle
