Darlington nods, still walking, the planks of the sunroom's wood floor creaking under his feet every so often. He watches Alex eat, watches Edie sleep, looks out at Black Elm's gardens when he gets closer to the window. "It's still hard to believe she's here," he says, shifting Edie in his arms so he can run a fingertip gently over her cheek. "That she's ours."
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Date: 2021-11-28 05:59 pm (UTC)