He walked through the door, carrying Conlan. Conlan saw me, scooted out of his arms, and charged up the stairs at breakneck speed. I had a split-second decision: to move or to take the hit. I took the hit. My back slapped the wooden floor. Ouch. He hugged me. “Mama!” I rolled to my feet. “This sudden love is suspicious.” “He got in trouble for trying to eat scented candles.”
