"I'm okay. I'll tell you tomorrow." Her gaze slid from his to Mya's. "Can we talk about all of this tomorrow? Please?"

Mya, just as confused as he was, tilted her head to the side but nodded. "Of course."

Greg cradled Daniella, and she clung to him, grasping his back in her tiny hands.

Mya searched Greg's eyes for answers, but all he could do was shrug and shake his head. She folded the maps to clear off the table. "Why don't we eat and try to enjoy the night then?" ...