So he nodded. And followed her inside. The house was warm and lived-in. Children’s drawings on the wall. Tiny shoes by the door. The smell of something cooking somewhere deeper in the house. Jack barely noticed any of it. He was too busy looking at her. She led them into the kitchen and set three mugs on the table without asking what anyone wanted.
That hit him harder than it should have. Sarah had always done the same thing. “Sit,” she said quietly. Jack sat. Eli sat beside him. A moment later, Willow appeared in the doorway, peeking around the frame. She looked at Eli first. “You came back,” she said. Eli gave a small shrug. “Yeah.” She stepped into the room. “Do you want to see my rabbit?”