Quinn would throw herself toward whatever looked exciting and land laughing in a pile of pillows.

I loved how different they were, and I thought about how easily strangers at the terminal had seen them only as two burdens in my arms.

Brandon called one night while I was balancing an invoice.

He’d heard about my additional work and sounded irritated.

“Why didn’t you ask me for more money?”

“Because I wanted to earn some of it.”

“It makes me look like I can’t support them.”