Mac didn’t want to talk about Eothian or any possible future with Al. He had to stop himself from thinking about what he and Al were doing all the time Mac was away. At the mention of Bella, he moved to the door, leaning up against the door jam. From where he was he could see she had curled up on her bed with her toy cow, to sleep. For the briefest of moments he let a soft smile cross his features as he watching her. Pulling his thoughts back to Al, he spoke again, this time his voice didn’t sound as hard.

“She asked about you every day.”