Ruth Brandt — The Suitcase on the Porch
Eva quietly guided the children toward the activity tent, where a trusted coordinator waited.
I had no intention of making them stand in the middle of an adult argument.
“Callum,” I said.
“Those are…” He couldn’t finish.
“Jude, Wren, and Oliver. They’re three.”
He looked toward the tent again.
“Three?”
“Yes.”
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