“You have to eat,” I say, shrugging. “I fed the kids. They’re working their way through a gallon of ice cream now.”
She laughs a little, genuinely, and then raises a hand to her mouth in surprise – like…like that’s the first time she’s done that since she found out that he’s dead. And she wasn’t aware that she could anymore. “That’s good,” she murmurs, nodding. “I’m a…a f*****g mess. Thank you for feeding them.”
“Why don’t you take a minute,” I say, putting the plate on the floor next to her. “Eat, drink. Get your head together. I can take the baby…”
She raises an eyebrow at me. “Do you know how to take care of a baby?”
“I know enough,” I say with a shrug. “Milk, diapers…I can handle it while you take a moment to breathe.”
Giana’s eyes drift shut and she exhales a long breath before h
