Thankfully for Nell’s sore tush, they’d moved to the smaller living room and softer seating for the next round of discussions. This room was where she and Sarah lived when they weren’t in the kitchen. It had the same, battered comfort of home, unlike some of the more formal rooms left over from the reign of Sarah’s parents. Nell shifted a clutter of pillows to one side and settled in. Despite the gravity of the situation, she didn’t dare look at Sarah when Alex’s dad joined their confab.
Last night she’d noted that Alex looked a lot like his dad and then tried not to think about him in relation to his dad because, wow, thirteen kids. And yeah, she was back in shallow, but it felt okay. It kept her head above water. Or the illusion that her head was above water. For all she knew, she was a
