“Can we go now?” Emmett tugged on Caspiens's hand after he rushed back down the steps.
“Yes.” Caspien ruffled his hair. “Let me show you my home.”
“This is your home,” Emmett pointed out.
“Let me show you the rest of the packhouse; we can go back down the elevator.” Emmett bounced up and down.
“Mama, let's go! You have to see it.” I followed them out, feeling wholly content and overwhelmingly happy.
“We can start from the bottom up. Do you want to press the button?” Emmett's eyes lit up.
A low fog settled over the city, and we descended back from my personal haven through the clouds themselves.
“Wow.” Emmett pressed his nose to the glass elevator.
“Don’t get fingerprints on it.” I looked down at him.
“It’s okay.” Caspien put a hand on my lower back.
“That’s because you don’t h
