"So are we, though Becky never met her, and Claudette never saw her baby."Aiden pulled a rattan chair to the wheelchair and sat down. "I didn't know about Becky. I would have come sooner if I had.""Why did you come now, then?" she asked."My friend." He looked toward Storm, heading their way, kissing the baby's crown of dark curls. "She's psychic and has a pretty outstanding gift for finding lost children.""Storm," Mrs. Langley said. "We introduced ourselves when you went for the picture. And please call me Ginny, both of you. Thank you, Storm, for leading Aiden to us, and not a day too soon.""I welcomed the opportunity to use my psychic gifts forsuch a good cause." Storm gave him a look, not quite an I-told-you-so, but close.Aiden regarded the baby's small fingers in Storm's hair.She must have read him, so she put the baby in his arms. "Here you go"—she glanced down at the picture and saw the inscription—"Dad.""Da Da," the toddler said, patting his cheeks then clapping her hands. "Da Da!"Despite being poleaxed, a wash of protectiveness made Aiden pull his daughter close.
