by Iilyda » Wed Sep 15, 2010 1:38 pm
Dakota sat there sniveling for a while, and then nodded his little head, wiping his nose again and standing up. "I'm not a baby," he protested quietly. "I'm five and a half. Mommy says I'm almost a big boy now," he said proudly, some of his sadness already forgotten.
Maggie looked at the little boy sadly, pity rising up in the hollow of her stomach. There was no way the little boy's mother had survived whatever devastation had brought him to this island, just as Jason had not survived with Maggie to see this island.