@adabelcher
With his back pressed against the building, he could feel the brickwork through the fabric of his shirt. He could hear the sounds of an infant crying through the walls. It’s what kept him from knocking at the door; the reminder of it all. Nights spent with heavy eyes and tired bones, wandering into the nursery to soothe a weeping baby boy. Ada had a girl. He found himself feeling grateful for that -- he could obscure it, differentiate the two situations. He could breathe a little bit easier.
When the crying turned into a low buzz deep within his ears, he found himself rapping at the door. It opened to find the young girl, eyes a bright blue, with the baby girl balanced on her hip. Casey offered her a shy smile. The interactions had never gone further than that till now. He stepped out of the way so she could see the baby seat resting on the concrete. “I found this when I was searching through some of the cars down the main road. Cleaned it up a bit. I thought... I thought you might want to have it.”
