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“Ryan said histo have a baby, and they can’t cohed like her heart was breaking “If he won’t come to my party, then I won’t be his friend anymore”
“Nova,” I scolded gently “Ryan’sreally hard to have a baby You should be happy that he’s going to be a big brother”
“But my heart hurts, Mommy I miss him so, so, so, so much I just wanted him to come to my party”
Her broken little sobs hurtinventory If he heard his baby girl crying like she was right then, he would have lost his daan was not happy, and that could be dangerous for everyone in a two-hundred-mile radius
I rubbed her back, hoping she would calm down so I wouldn’t be tortured by those little sniffled hiccups for long “Honey, Ryan can’t help that hisI’m sure he doesn’t want to disappoint you, but he is really close to histo want to stay close to her when she’s not feeling well”
“I know, but I miss him,” she sobbed
Hugging her close, I kissed the top of her head, rocking her gently “I’m so sorry, Nova”
It took an hour before she would stop crying, and even when her tears dried up, she was clingy I had errands to run and things to do around the house before the kids came ho, and since both Raven’s kids were in school now, she had taken over the office at what had once been Uncle Jack’s garage, which Trigger and Bash co-owned now
I loved staying ho with the day-to-day things like helping with ho I’d ever wanted, but it was an extremely busy job, one that never ended
Nova stayed quiet during our errand-running, not even singing along to the radio like she normally would have Ice creaie’s I decided to ht, but she barely lifted her head when I suggested it
As always, I picked the three kids up from school and drove us home They all had homework, and Lexa and Max always did that on their own Garret, however, had to be constantly watched, or he would use his hoet practice and use his pencils for darts It was a constant chore with that boy
By the tiSince my hands were the only ones empty, I went to answer it
It took me a few seconds to realize the little boy on the doorstep was real and not a fig to see half a dozen uns under their jackets Or a little Russian woman, at the very least Neither were here There wasn’t even a car in the driveway to give ot here
“Hi, Mrs Hannigan,” Ryan greeted with a tired smile His brown eyes were full of sadness and worry so thick it was hard to believe he was only ten My cousin Ciro’s wife Scarlett had told h when he was little ical lad she was dead “Can I speak to Nova, please?”
“I… U to clear it as I realized he was actually there “Ryan, what are you doing here? Where are your parents?”