“Hello, Warren,” the young girl said with her disarming, wide smile framed in those dark locks she shared with Jett. “Iris is not here,” she added quickly, turning around and walking back into the kitchen like the busy woman she was.
Warren dutifully scrubbed the dirt from the soles of his boots on the mat in front of the door before he followed her. “Are you on your own?”
“Yes. I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself …”
“You are a …,” Warren started, before he changed course. He had learne