Before long, Isla started to fuss. There was nothing interesting about a sterile hospital room and boring adults. Callum bounced her on his lap but she wasn’t interested—in him, or in the teddy bear he was waving in her face. Clare scooped Isla up without a moment’s hesitation. She had two kids and they’d made it to adulthood, so she obviously knew what she was doing. “How about we go down to the cafeteria and get you something to eat?” Clare cooed at Isla. “Is that alright?” “Yeah. Nothing with apples,” I told Clare. If Isla had a blowout at…