“How could I? It was freezing, the girl was crying… I couldn’t leave you there,” I whispered.
“Even so, you could have run to get the police. Or an axe. It could have happened,” he insisted.
I nodded. That had already been made clear to all of us.
I heard a whine and lifted my gaze instinctively. Sasha was getting impatient, waving her fists over the edge of the blanket with angry gestures. She must have been hungry, and this time I had a way to feed her until she was satisfied. I reacted immediately to the baby’s crying when she began to complain more angrily and express her discomfort with sharp screams.
Her father looked at her right away, flattening his ears in an anguished gesture, and I suppose he stroked her little face with his nose. I couldn’t see much because the colorful bla
