Hunched over a notepad, she cradled her head in the crook of one arm. The pen loosely clutched in her fingers had tilted sideways and its tip had left a few red lines on one cheek. He smiled, wondering if she'd been making one of the lists she loved so much. She sighed, and Sean held his breath. Maybe she was about to wake up. But she only resettled her arms and burrowed her face more deeply. The pen slipped from her fingers with a tiny clatter. Sean entered the room for a closer look and noted a couple of balled up pieces of paper on the edge of the desk with another on the floor next to the trash can. He bent to pick up the one on the floor when he spotted another page with the outline of a stick figure. A very pregnant stick figure. A grin pulled at Sean's lips and he chuckled quietly, emotions swelling in his heart. But then thoughts of Walt Blackstone's news intruded and Sean sighed. He didn't want to think about vandalized vehicles. He wanted to think of cozy nights and the prospects of a family.
