Chapter 7

I carried her to the bedroom and laid her carefully under the covers I’d turned down. I tucked her in, and since I wasn’t sure if she’d like the light on at night or not, I left it on. If she was anything like her mom, she’d prefer it on while she slept. Louise had been afraid of the dark.

I stood back and watched Samantha for a moment. So tiny and precious. And now, my responsibility. What was I going to do?

* * * *

Ryan followed me back into the living room and sat beside me on the couch. I placed my elbows on my thighs and let my head drop into my hands. “I don’t know what I’m doing, Ryan.”

“I think you’re doing just fine, Mr. Wesley.”

“Call me Martin, please,” I said.

“Okay. So, Martin…can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.” I leaned back against the cushions and realized I was still wearing my suit, and there was a stain of some kind on my white shirt. Wonderful

“What’s the deal with Samantha?”