LYRE
There are few things more heartbreaking than the sound of a child's desperate sobs, even for a heart as jaded as mine.
Which is why my fingers are flying across my phone's keyboard with unnatural speed, responding to Grace's text with the most bullshit sweet talk I've ever mustered in my long, long life.
[LYRE: Want some more kids?]
[GRACE: Define "want", "some more", and "kids".]
[LYRE: They're cute, sweet, possibly potty trained, and don't you think Bun needs someone to play with?]
[GRACE: She has siblings.]
[LYRE: Great! Having a secure family unit will help them acclimate to their new lives. We'll invest in a 12-passenger van.]
[GRACE: … can you just explain like a normal person for once?]
