When she opened the door, Aubrey's crying would greet her ears. Jack was leaning against the gate of the crib, looking at wit's end. "Aubrey, come on," he pleaded. "I know you want to sleep."
He sighed in frustration, kissing the top of her head. "I was thinking earlier today. Should we try to find a new place to settle down? Build the blue house again?"
"I just..." He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I worry a lot. I know that might come as a surprise to you."