Lola learned a lot just by talking with Penny, Finn, Slater, and Hugo. She was pleased—relieved, even—to find people who had experienced the same phenomenon as her. All this time, she thought it only happened to her.
Who would have thought there were more people like her? And to make it better, they were the very people she now called family.
Still, it made her wonder… why them?
Above all, it made her wonder about many other things, despite gaining some clarity from the discussion.
Lola paused by the doorframe of the kids' area, leaning against the jamb. Inside, Atlas sat with Chacha holding his hand, making him sign her homework. Second, meanwhile, was wrestling with his little cousins. The quadruplets were doing typical one-year-old things—except for one of them, who was climbing the curtains.
…Or was curtain-climbing normal toddler behavior too?
Not letting the children's daily dose of near-death activities distract her, she shifted her eyes to where her husband sat.
