Without her, he was sure he’d still be sitting on the front room floor, staring at Hannah. For the first time in his adult life he felt completely overwhelmed. Anger, shock, disbelief had each been competing for recognition—until an intense need to protect his child flooded his system, swamping all the others. Thank God Olivia had been with him. “I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been here,” he said. “You’d have managed, somehow.” She shrugged, raising the hem of his t-shirt another couple of inches. He forced his eyes to her face. “I should find something else for you to wear while I wash your clothes.” “I’m all right for now. Your shirt is comfy and cool. But I could use something to eat and drink. We should also make a list of what Hannah needs.” He could have kissed her for the use of the word “we” and the smile that came with it. Half an hour later, Jonathan sat at the kitchen table, a large pad of paper in front of him. “Are you sure you don’t mind staying while I go get these things?”
