That man’s here.” Hans hopped down from the window seat. “It’s been days and days and he’s still here.” “I know. Remember I told you? Daniel is going to be staying with us from now on.” “No he isn’t.” Rayna covered the warm muffins with a cloth and set the basket on the breakfast table and considered her son. He’d woken before dawn from terrible nightmares each night since the wedding. She could hear his voice in memory calling out in fear for her and for his papa. Wishing she could take the pain from him, she knelt to draw him into her arms. Exhausted and heartbroken, he pushed away to stare hard at the back door. He needed to handle his father’s loss in his own way. She felt so helpless. She didn’t know how to help him. In the meanwhile, the eggs were sizzling, the sausage patties needed turning, and the coffee was ready to burn. She turned to the immediate needs of preparing their morning meal. Cooking breakfast was something she could take care of without a problem.
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