Chapter11

#Chapter11

There were worse ways that Stryker could have spent his day.

The bright grin—the first genuinely happy smile that he had seen—that lit up Jamie's face, however, let him know that there weren't a lot of better ways.

Jamie had simply adored the new furniture that Maddy had used to replace the old furniture in the guest room. The bed had been a big hit; replacing the single frame, a crib like structure had been issued. It had bars that slid up and down, letting it become either a crib or a normal bed. Jamie had slept in it as a crib. He had seemed happier with it like that.

/"What do you think?/" Stryker asked the kid. The room had been emptied. All Jamie's new furniture was in the hallway or the spare room and the empty box of a room was now overpowered with the scent of fresh paint.