Again meant history.
Again meant practice.
Again meant the first time had not been the worst time.
“I had to get Lily out,” Drew whispered. “She was really hungry.”
Peter lifted Lily first because she was slipping sideways.
She weighed almost nothing.
Not toddler-light.
Not sleepy-child-light.
Empty.
He set her carefully against his chest, felt her fingers clutch his shirt, then bent for Drew.
“I’m going to pick you up,” he said. “I’ve got your leg. Try not to move.”
Drew nodded once.
