She had to knock a second time before footsteps slowly started plodding toward them, and the door opened just enough to let a familiar blond boy peek out. His ice blue eyes were droopy with sleep, but they widened when they focused on Sophie, and for a moment he just stared at her. Then his lips curled into a smirk, and he whispered, “Foster?” That was all Sophie needed. She leaped forward and tackle-hugged Keefe.
