"Exactly!" Mrs. Winters said, rising from her seat and gracefully making her way over to Edison. She crouched down beside him, her movements gentle and careful. "Little Edison, would you allow Auntie to carry you and sit you on my lap?" she asked.
Ever since having Duke, she hadn't had any other children, and she had longed for a grandson. But with Kisha and Duke so busy, and the world plunged into this apocalypse, she knew now wasn't the right time to push for it. Still, looking at Edison, she felt a warm longing and wanted to pour some of that affection into him instead.
Seeing the kind-looking woman in front of him, Edison felt reassured and nodded gently. He then glanced at Kisha, as if asking for her approval. When Kisha nodded, Edison lifted both arms, waiting to be carried. Mrs. Winters smiled and effortlessly scooped him up.
