I stand by the door and watch him sleeping, a million thoughts going through my mind. Oddly, being around him has calmed me. His sweet smell fills the room and his long lashes sweep down his face. His little feet peek out of the blankets and as I pull them back over him I notice that the toenails on his left foot are filthy. I smile sadly, so much for his boast that “Daddy lets me bath myself”. I doubt that Aidan would allow these toenails. Stifling a sigh, I rise and taking my coffee with me I go outside. I walk a way out of camp, my eyes on the stars. Autumn is well on its way and there is a chill in the air. I clasp both hands around my cup, grateful for the warmth. I have spent the day closeted inside, strategising and planning. It is agony to stand by and do nothing while Aidan is out there, in pain. Every nerve in my body is screaming to rush straight back to Chicago and rip the Capital apart until I find him. But the General, much as I dislike him, is right.
