So we know she’s safe and taken care of?” Daniel asked, and she nodded. “Good. Then why don’t we do something that you want to do?” “Like what?” “I don’t know. What do you like to do?” “Um….” Her stomach rumbled, since crying always made her hungry. “I like eating breakfast.” “That’s so weird.” Daniel grinned. “Because I like making French toast.” “That works out, doesn’t it?
