"I'd love to see it, sweetheart." Edward took her hand and got to his feet, mostly hoping he could get out of here soon and have a very hot bath and get all his clothes washed. However, it did leave that strange feeling in his gut, thinking about Stephanie staying here. And not just because this place was a shithole. "You are a little artist, aren't you? Would you look at that."

He didn't have to fake his enthusiasm for her drawing, he could see the early signs of talent right there. For her age, that was a lot of colour coordination and an eye for design, he could tell. "Is that your brush?" He picked it up from her bed, holding it up with a smile. "Sit down on the bed, all right?"

This kid was too trusting, it suddenly occurred to him. Not a bad thing in his case, but in general? She lived in the Narrows for crying out loud!