"Yeah, felt like longer. But I figured out what day we were snatched and the day we got out. Maybe a week and a half, two weeks. It almost felt like train shenanigans again." Though Robin's declaration about her son brought a smile to her face. "I think he looks a lot like Daryl too. His hair is a lot lighter than mine."
Maryanne began rolling the dough into cookie sized balls, once she moved into the kitchen space of the large room. "You can pick him up if you like. He's getting pretty good at holding his head up, but you'll want to support it a bit." If there was one thing that could lighten her mood it was talking about her child. And Daryl. The two people she could count on to love her back.