A Safe Child Makes Noise
I’m right here.”
He blinked at the ceiling, unfocused, swimming up out of it.
“Where’s Mira?”
“She’s safe.
She’s okay.”
His forehead creased as he reached for something.
I’m right here.”
He blinked at the ceiling, unfocused, swimming up out of it.
“Where’s Mira?”
“She’s safe.
She’s okay.”
His forehead creased as he reached for something.