*Celeste*
I walk back to the packhouse with Peter. It has been strange not having David with me, but I understand. We all do. I don’t think anyone actually thinks that he has anything to do with it, but he knows we have to keep them safe.
I sit at the dinner table next to my son, happy to spend some time with him today, too.
“How’s she doing?” he asks me.
“She’s scared, but she’ll be fine,” I tell him. “Your sister is tougher than anyone realizes, even herself.”
“How’s Seth?” Stella asks.
“He’s fine, though he’s probably exhausted. Molly is just now able to lift the kids. Peter got them all kinds of playground equipment that they’re putting up.”
She smiles. “Good. Maybe I’ll bring Bobby down soon so they can play together. It’s got to be terribly lonely.”
I nod. It is
