Memory sat quietly on the bed, legs crossed, as she watched her mother move around the room, the ever-present
El in her lap. She hugged the small elephant close, tilting her head to the side, intently logging everything her mother did. Makeup, hair, earrings, shoes.
Catching her daughter's focus in the mirror, Helen smiled, turning and crossing to the bed. Settling next to the little girl, she slid an arm around her, pulling her close and kissing her cheek as Nikola came out of the bathroom. "Ready," she asked softly, and he nodded. Standing, she extended her hand. "Let's go see Uncle Henry."