Just family.
As for Emma…
A week later, Laura brought her by the house with a small card.
Emma stood shyly on the porch holding a drawing.
It was a picture of a baby with a big smiling sun above him.
At the bottom were messy letters written carefully.
“SORRY BABY NOAH.”
Megan knelt down and hugged the little girl gently.
“Thank you,” she said.
Emma looked up nervously.
“Is he okay?”
Megan smiled softly.
“He will be.”
Emma nodded.
And for the first time since that terrible day…
Everyone finally breathed again.
