C911 You Can Eat

I didn't catch up with Kieran until he stopped in the upstairs room to look at the baby.

Doyle was fast asleep. He carried Aletta in his arms and teased her in the living room of the bedroom, his eyes full of love. The one-month-old child was like a palm-sized doll in his arms.

As soon as I walked in, the playful expression on Kieran and Poppet's faces vanished