The thought of children being afraid, not understanding what was happening to them and being persecuted for it or having people fear them is enough to make Christine's heart heavy. It's not right. Children shouldn't have to suffer like that.

And then Logan's hand is cupping her face. She turns to lean into his touch, entirely on instinct. It's welcome. Even though she knows what that hand holds, what it can do, she's not afraid, she wants it.

"That sounds like that could be a very lonely life." Her hand comes up, to cover his, to press it just the tiniest bit more firmly against her cheek. "But maybe it doesn't always have to be."