Callan had noticed the glint of happiness that always lightened up her face whenever she talked about the babies. He was certain that it was the same for him, or might even be worse. Right there, he was more emotional than he had ever been his whole life.

"Your family is here, Orla. Your father drove us here." He watched the smile on her face weaning off as he mentioned her father. "Do you want to see them?"

"Not now, Callan." She demurred, her arms folded. "I don't want to see them now. I ...