C133 I'M A GROWN UP

Emma sighed in utmost relish for the umpteenth time as she bit into the last pancake in her plate, an act which caused a smile to sneak up on Melvina's lips, even as she thought on the short but impacting events of the early wees of the morning.

Her mind hadn't been at rest, especially over the issue, that her son had died in the two occasions that the redhead had seen him in her dream