•NYMERIA•The house was quiet when I walked in, and quiet, where Millie was concerned, was either a very good sign or the kind of silence that followed a disaster I would be cleaning up for the rest of the evening.Rosa appeared from the kitchen before I could work myself into either assumption."She has been perfect," she informed me, smiling. "She and I spent the rest of the afternoon baking and coloring. She's an angel." "We wouldn't be here if she were an angel," I muttered jokingly, but I noticed Rosa's face stiffening before she answered. "She ate all her lunch, took her nap without argument, and has been in the living room for the past hour." Rosa lowered her voice. "Drawing.""Oh," I scoffed, surprised. "Thank you, Rosa."She nodded and disappeared back into the kitchen. I walked toward the living room doorway, leaned against the frame, and smiled.Millie was cross-legged on the floor in the middle of the rug, surrounded by scattered crayons on the floor and the coffee table
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