She’d wait to discuss it with Maxx, before deciding whether to wake Micah or wait until morning to break the news. She retreated to the library, to sit by the cold fire in her favourite chair. With her coffee, a magazine, and a few biscuits, she passed nearly half an hour in a comfortable silence. If it had been any other day, and Emerson wasn’t in hospital, she’d have loved the time alone to reflect and relax. Then a creak from the hallway caught her attention. “Micah?” she called quietly. The door pushed open and Micah walked in, looking as exhausted as Maxx had before he left. He trudged in and sank onto the sofa, to curl up at one end. It took another minute for Rowan to head in, in the exact same way, to take up the other end of the sofa. “The phone woke you?” she asked, wondering what took them so long to appear. “Yeah,”
