#Chapter 323 – Sister Stuff

Ella “I wonder what Cora’s up to,” I sigh as I stand by the window rocking Rafe, who his crying a little and fussing in my arms. I know that he doesn’t need anything – he’s been fed, burped, changed, and everything else a baby could want. He’s just crying to cry, and I give a defeated little sigh, smiling at him and knowing that he just has to take a minute to work it out. Sinclair, sitting on the bed with papers spread out all around him, glances up at me. “You haven’t had any word from her?” he asks. “No,” I reply, shaking my head. “The last thing I heard was from the guards, who said they got separated form Cora and Roger by a flash flood. I’m…worried about her.” “You know Roger will take care of her,” Sinclair says passively, flicking through the papers, looking for one in particular. “I know,” I sigh, bobbing Rafe in my arms. “But even Roger can’t protect against the forces of nature. It’s just so strange – they’re only three hours away, and they’re apparentl