Re: quicklog: wren, luke, jack
[There was, perhaps, no more to say. Whatever the trouble was, 'it might get better.' It was something that Luke had admitted even that much, and that much would have to do, as Luke swept Lia up in his arms.
He smiled at the little girl. She was such a sweet thing. She might grow up without being touched by any of this. He hoped the same for Gus, but it was hard to be sure. Gus was old enough, now, that he might still remember when he was older. Time would tell, but God, he hoped he'd forget every second of it.]
And you'll tell me if it doesn't. [Kind, but not quite a question.]