After a minute or two, Miranda stood. She wasn’t looking at us, but fidgeted with the edge of her sweatshirt, the emotion in her voice apparent. “I need to make him some food. Come on Kacey, let’s go in.” I hoped I hadn’t done anything wrong. Kacey whimpered and laid his head against my knee. That was something. A smile tugged at my lips. “I don’t mind staying out here with him for a few more minutes.”
