Chapter 223 Kip
- He puts his arm around her. “It’s amazing,” he says softly. “Thank you.” The last ounce of resentment has vanished from his eyes.
- “They’re lovely gifts,” Mum tells me. “Well done.”
- One of the babies—Liam, I think, because he’s wearing red—stirs in the cot, waving his tiny fists in the air.