Gladys looked at the new clothes and said, “Just the right size, Mr. Noah! Lorian’s going to be three years old soon and Holly is over a year old. She can walk a few steps now! The only thing is that she doesn’t like to talk. It’s a good thing Lorian loves playing with her.”

At the next moment, the babysitter brought both of the kids over.

The little boy dived into Noah’s arms. “Daddy!”

Noah held his son’s little feet. A lump formed in his throat. It had been half a year since he last saw Lor