As Ethan's mother, Eleanor Blackwood, appeared in the sophisticated dining room carrying a steaming teapot, the morning sun started filtering through the windows. She noticed Isla quietly sitting at the table with her chin resting in her small palm.
"Isla, can you tell me what the problem is?" Eleanor asked sweetly, as she squatted beside her.
Isla did not look up but said, "I miss mommy," in a low voice which had a hint of sadness. She mumbled that but slightly moved her head in agreement.
Ethan entered, with Leo's hand in his. He frowned at the glum look on Isla's face. "What's wrong, princess?"
Eleanor said sweetly: "She was not a good sleeper." "She had a million wake-ups, asking for Ever."
"Mommy always sings me to sleep," Isla confessed, lip quivering. "I was unable to sleep without her."