For the first time since Corrine and Caleb's arrival, Angela genuinely smiles. "Mine has everyone's newborn pictures with papa. Mine, Patrice, Louis, you, Genie, Casey. And the last family portrait before I moved out in the center."

She leans over, giving her sister a hug, then tilting her chin up to look in her eyes. "Don't worry, Roary. None of us have forgotten how hard it was for you, staying there through the worst of it. You're a stronger person than you know." With a sigh, she stands, heading off towards the kitchen. "I'm going to check the turkey, see what kind of loot the girls got."