Aria pov
Noah beamed and squirmed down to go retrieve something he'd apparently left inside, leaving us in the doorway.
Mrs. Dora appeared a moment later, unruffled as always — the woman who had been Noah's safe harbour when Damien and I had been so busy running our business, dealing with Marcus threats. She was one of the people we could trust with Noah. She knew every one of Noah's moods and preferences and hiding spots. She looked between us the way she always did, taking quiet inventory, checking that everything was as it should be.
Whatever she saw seemed to satisfy her completely.
"He ate a full breakfast," she said with the warm authority of someone who considered this a personal achievement. "Two eggs, toast, and most of a banana. My sister's boy Theo has him convinced that breakfast is only fun if someone else is eating the same thing at the exact same time."
"That might be the most Noah thing I've ever heard," I said.
