*Calvin*
Andrew stays still on Dad’s chest. I can’t see anything, but I’m sure he’s doing SOMETHING. The air feels different, and I know I’m not the only one who can feel it. David eventually quits hitting the door, so I’m surprised when there’s a small knock on it behind me.
“Let. Me. In,” Molly growls from behind me.
Peter and I share a glance before moving to allow her in. She rushes through the door, freezing as she sees Andrew.
“He’s not old enough for this,” she says softly.
I shrug at my sister. “I think he’s doing it, though. They did it when Seth was hurt, and Andrew is older now.”
“It’s different because of their bond with their father,” she tries to explain.
Audrey smiles at Molly sadly. “But they have a bond with their grandfather, too.”
“PopPop,” Andrew correct
