“This is Jillian.” Emma strapped the little girl into a high chair and handed her a cracker.

“They’re adorable.” Caitlyn admired the two dark-headed babies. “How old are they?”

“Eight months.” Heather placed the little boy on the floor, and he shot off in a fast crawl. She sighed. “He’ll be halfway back to Texas before the party’s over.”

The women laughed.

“I’ll watch him.” A young redheaded girl jumped to her feet and ran after the baby.

“Thank you, sweetie.” Heather smiled at Caitlyn. “That’s my daughter, Bethany, otherwise known as Assistant Mommy and Lifesaver.”

“Older sisters are good to have.” Caitlyn glanced at her sister. And really painful to lose.

Shanna blinked and gave her a curious look. “We don’t have to be separated ever again.”

Caitlyn gulped. Had Shanna read her mind? They’d been so close when young, always in tune with each other’s thoughts and feelings that she’d often wondered if they shared some sort of odd connection. It was a few years after Shanna’s departure that Caitlyn had realized the full extent of her own unique abilities. She’d written about it to Shanna, knowing her sister would understand, but there’d never been a response.

“Shanna was telling me about your family while we were in the restroom,” Heather said. “You lived in a lot of foreign countries.”

Caitlyn nodded. “Yes, we lived in Poland, Belarus, Latvia—all over that area.”

“And Mom home-schooled us,” Shanna added. “I swear, every time Caitlyn went out to play, a stray dog or cat would come up to her. Drove our mom crazy ’cause there were too many to keep, and she’d have to find homes for them.”

Caitlyn smiled, remembering her favorite kitty, a solid black cat she’d named Mr. Foofikins. Now she understood why animals came to her, but at the time, in her youthful ignorance, she had assumed everyone could understand the noises made by their pets.