Chapter 31 Sheila
Solé's crying woke me at dawn. He was waving his tiny fists, but the moment he saw me, his tears stopped and his eyes lit up with recognition.
"Hungry, baby?" I whispered softly, lifting him into my arms with practiced ease.
Solé's crying woke me at dawn. He was waving his tiny fists, but the moment he saw me, his tears stopped and his eyes lit up with recognition.
"Hungry, baby?" I whispered softly, lifting him into my arms with practiced ease.