Small Price To Pay

The boy was sleeping in Allysyn's bed.

Reyona doubted that Jane had been the one who put him there.

The tears she had held back stained her eyes as she looked down at the innocent face so peaceful in sleep.

Had he suspected anything, despite the attempts of the surrounding adults to fool him?

From Reyona's experience, she knew that kids always seemed to know much more than the adults wanted them to know anyway.

Jane had told him Allysyn was staying for one more day, but when Allysyn did not come home again in the morning, he would begin to ask questions.

“It is over twelve hours already,” she thought in agitation. “Who could carry the girl and why are they not making any calls yet?”

When she was tempted to ruffle his hair away from his face, she stepped back.

What would be the point in waking him if she couldn't provide the answer to what might be the most prominent question on his mind?

She had a call to make anyway.