"Alright," Cara put the blanket away and sat down.
Connor looked closely at the blanket and asked inquisitively, "Mr. Cara, how did you end up having my mommy's blanket?"
Cara looked a little surprised and awkward. "This is your mommy's blanket?"
"Yes," Connor nodded.
Cara pursed his thin lips and remained silent, but deep in his heart, he was overwhelmed by a wave of complex emotions.
He thought the blanket was brand-new and did not realize that it had actually been used by Braylee.
What surprised him more was that he was not a bit repulsed with this finding. He was puzzled. Anything related to Adley feels disgusting to me, yet when it comes to Braylee...
"Mr. Cara," Conner called and interrupted his contemplation. Cara turned to look at him. "Connor, what is it?"
"Here comes Mommy," Connor reminded him.
Once Cara turned to follow his gaze, he saw Braylee walking out of the washroom carrying Sharon in her arms.