LIAM
“Hey, man” I smiled, letting Alec in. “Everything alright?”
Alec nodded, sighing. “Except for Claire, of course. Today we found out she’s having chickenpox. Yay”.
I grimaced. Grace had it the year before – and unfortunately, she’d caught it badly. I still remembered the way she cried from the pain. On that occasion, the lake cabin had been a godsend: Meg – the only one between the two of us who could actually take a week off work without risking the collapse of the whole pack – had taken Gracie and went there, to make sure the pox wouldn’t spread, and I looked after the pack and the twins.
“You want the cabin?” I asked. “To isolate?”
Alec shook his head: he walked towards the liquor cabinet and, at my nodding, poured a couple of shots of scotch. “No – she doesn’t want to leav
