Hand on the railing, Saffy followed Declan, trying to keep the noise down; between Tess’ perpetual exhaustion and Sage’s work schedule, there was no telling who might be trying to catch a bit of shut eye at all times of the day. “Don’t forget big purses.” She added with a chuckle. “With a crying, abandoned baby behind them and speech above them about how good they feel after they’ve donated.”

When they reached the kitchen, Saffron collapsed into a chair and put her forehead down on the table. For one it felt cool to the touch, and for another, it was all she could do to support her upper body until she’d sat down.