Amara reaches for Amidala’s hand, wondering why Luna is suddenly all upset and yelling, but as Hunter tells her not to be mean, she gathers some courage to speak up too. Luna is being mean, shouting and saying things that are just wrong. Lex isn’t the best dad, her daddy is the best… and she really wishes he was here for a hug right now.
“No he’s NOT!” She declares and then points her magical wand at Luna as well. “But you’re mean and I can spell you away!”
“Batteries that actually work, if you got any. And Stella,” Brayden tells his cousin. He can hear Hanna down the hallway, calling his name and he’s about to shout out to her to open her eyes because they’re right here when Lottie suddenly emerges from the playroom, looking for his mother. He can do without that, thanks, so he decides it’s best to clear out. “Eh, sorry, got to go,” he hurriedly passes Brady and heads towards the stairs, the lower concourse is still dark and empty enough, so noone comes looking, so that’s where he’s headed.
Until he almost bumps into Lex, that is. In a way, that’s fortunate, because …the dog is right at Lex’s heels and he needs the sniffer. But also, it’s Lex, so Brayden ends up just sort of doubling back a little and watching the guy pass, trying not to get in the way.
Lucky for him, Lex doesn’t even seem to notice.
Once Hanna leaves me, I let out a sigh of relief - that was a close call -and quickly bend over to gather up the mess on the floor.
I retrieve the bottle of whiskey from under Bray’s jacket and, after thinking for a moment, put it away where it belongs, upper shelf, out of the reach of little, grabby hands. I feel guilty at the thought, I should have been in to check on Amara and take her off Trudy’s hands, she must be driving her up the wall; but I’ve been selfish.
I pick up the jacket next. I’m not the only one who has to cope with living without Bray, so instead of stuffing that jacket away to the furthest corner of the closet, I try to smooth some wrinkles out now before laying it on Brayden’s bed.