Liam sat on Hannah’s sofa with Charlotte. She smelled clean, of baking soda and lotion. He bobbed his knee and Charlotte giggled, the sound as pure and rich as ringing bells. Rain drummed the roof. The wind scoured the corners of the house and rattled the tree branches. Inside, the fire crackled in the living room fireplace. Candles placed around the room scented the air with vanilla and lavender. Ghost sprawled before the fireplace, panting like he’d spent the day running a marathon, not dozing.
