Just then, Jenny’s attention was diverted as a young child appeared in the doorway. Unaware of Jamie’s distress, she released her brother and took the child’s hand, leading him into the room while offering words of reassurance. The boy, thumb in mouth, stayed close to his mother, peering shyly at the strangers from behind her skirts. It was evident that Jenny was his mother, as he possessed her thick black curls and her strong shoulders, even though his face didn’t resemble hers.