Olivia
Bentley drove us back to the packhouse so that Avalon could freshen up before we headed back to the hospital. He opted to remain behind in the car to make some work-related phone calls while she went inside.
We heard Thomas coming even before he shot out of the door and launched himself straight into our arms. Avalon practically shoved me forward, as she was completely terrified of children in general, and Thomas in particular. I was grateful though, because I needed to tell him goodbye, too. I held his solid little body against mine and breathed in deeply of his little boy scent. He smelled like baby shampoo and strawberry jam, which was probably dribbled on his shirt from breakfast.
Looking into his big blue eyes almost crushed me. I could see the hurt and the accusation there
