can’t sleep and I’m just lying here thinking about baby gideon and harrow when they were too young to hate each other
gideon standing up in her cot talking gibberish to tiny harrow in the next one who stares at her intently through the bars with big dark eyes
harrow following gideon around the nursery like a little shadow when she learns to walk, watching everything gideon does and copying her gestures
gideon showing harrow how to use a toy, or sharing a half-eaten slightly soggy biscuit with her, before someone separates the cherished little reverend daughter from the cuckoo