The mystery didn’t need to be solved today-it was enough of a gift that it existed at all. “Or maybe your Adam will play the fiddle one day.” “Maybe so.” Cass smiled, taking the words at face value and missing the question underneath. “Perhaps there was magic in your nan’s music, too.” Sophie wrapped her hands around the warm mug, debating how carefully to tread. Well, those were two things they’d never tried with Adam. “My mum says my nan used to play me to sleep when I was teething. “Lots of babies like the music.” Cass smiled. So many people quietly worried about her little boy. Usually we’re outside walking the road with him.” She could sense Aaron’s attention-still stirring his pots, but he was listening now. “He’s gorgeous.” Cass poured a second mug of tea from the cozy pot sitting in the middle of the table. Well, that got to her topic of the morning pretty quickly.
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