Unspoken Agreement

Reyona held the seven-year-old’s quivering body till the latter cried herself to sleep.

Then she gingerly lay her on the bed and eased out of bed as Maxwell covered the girl’s body with her blanket.

Jane came forward to meet them as she stood up from the beanbag she had pulled closer to Junior’s bed.

“He fell asleep,” she said quietly.

Maxwell inclined his head towards the door as Reyona moved closer to the boy’s sleeping form.

“I am so sorry,” she whispered as she smoothed his hair away from his face.

She pulled his blanket tightly around him, suspecting it would be at the other end of the bed before the night was over.

She left the room with a set look on her face.

Maxwell followed her out to the hallway, where Jane was waiting in the hallway.

“Will she be fine?” she asked anxiously. “Do you want me to stay with them tonight?”

“There will be no need for that.” Reyona said, then asked, “How much of that did you hear?”