Henry watched in awe as Mason cradled Nora with the kind of gentle expertise that only experience could cultivate. The transformation was miraculous. It was as if the young boy carried with him a unique aura, one that resonated with the tiny infant and soothed her troubled spirit.
“Thank you,” Henry whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know how you did that…”
Mason shrugged modestly, a shy smile playing on his lips. “I learned from my grandma,” he said quietly, eyes cast down as though embarrassed by the attention. “She always said babies can feel what you feel. If you’re calm, they’re calm.”
