"Choo, choo," Claire smiled as she inched the spoon closer and closer to Ciara's mouth. At first, the little girl seemed excited, but just before the food arrived, she quickly and suddenly turned her head to the side, refusing to eat.

"A train, seriously?" Vanessa frowned as she watched her wife's attempt to feed the little girl. "Of course she won't eat the train. She knows what happened to her grandmother on a train."

"She's already rejected the plane, the boat and the car," Claire sighed. "You try it."

Vanessa nodded her head and switched places with her wife. She took a little spoonful and held it up.

"Look, Ciara. Look what Gran's got! A big spoonful of num num! Open... seriously?"

Vanessa sighed, put the spoon back in the bowl and then shook her head. "This is impossible."

"It's got to have been going on a while," Emma suggested and lifted Ciara from the high chair. "She definitely feels lighter than I remember."

"Me do it," Ryan suggested. Emma and the mothers weren't sure she would be able to help, but figured it was worth a shot. Emma sat Ciara down on her lap while Ryan climbed up onto a chair. She took Ciara's spoon. "Eat!"

Ciara looked to her cousin curiously. Ryan held the spoon close to her mouth. "Eat, Cece. Open mouth like this!"

Ryan opened her mouth wide to show Ciara how to do it. Ciara mimicked her and Ryan quickly put the spoon in and left it there when Ciara closed her mouth. Seeing she had been deceived, Ciara started to cry out, which startled Ryan.

"Oh no," Ryan pulled the spoon out of her mouth. "Sorry. Sorry!"

"It's okay, Ryan," Claire lifted her off the chair and set her on the floor. "You didn't do anything wrong. Why don't you take Joe and go play?"

"Okay," Ryan said and took Joe's hand. Before she left, though, she looked back at Ciara. "Feel better, kay?"

"It's got to be because she misses Gia," Emma said as she soothed the little girl. "She once cried by the door for half an hour after Gia dropped her off. She knows when she's gone."

"All kids know," Vanessa nodded and took her granddaughter. "For a while, Gia threw huge tantrums when Joe went to work."

"Have you tried feeding her with the TV on?" Claire asked. "It's what I used to do when you wouldn't eat. Kept you so distracted, you didn't care we were feeding you."

"Worth a shot, right?" Emma said and turned on the little TV in the kitchen. Fortunately, it was already on the kid's station thanks to Ryan, so Ciara was instantly distracted, but not for long. As a song came on, Ciara glanced around the room, then started to cry. Vanessa, Claire and Emma didn't know what to do. Fortunately, Tiger did. She jumped up, placed her two front paws on the kitchen table and then started to do a little dance. Ciara's cries softened when she saw the cat moving to the music and she started to kick her legs and wave her arms.

"Now I've seen everything," Claire muttered as she watched the baby and the cat dance to the kid's music. When it was over, Ciara clapped her hands. She was happy again, but when Emma tried to give her another bite to eat, she refused it.

"I'll do what worked with Gia when she was stubborn," Vanessa said and picked up Ciara's bowl. "Mmm, look Ciara, Gran is eating all your yummy peas. Yum, yum, yum."

Ciara didn't seemed bothered her food had been taken from her. She stared at her grandmother, as if challenging her to actually eat the baby food. Vanessa knew to step it up, and put the spoon in her mouth.

"Yuck!" she cried and spit it out. "That's gross."

Ciara laughed. Vanessa rolled her eyes.

"Glad you find that funny," she grabbed a new spoon and offered it to Ciara. "Okay, now that you saw Gran eating it..."

"And spitting it out," Claire shook her head. "If you think it's gross, she won't eat it. Watch, this is how you do it."

Claire took a spoonful and bragged about how she was eating Ciara's food until she actually ate a bite. Just like Vanessa, she spit out the spoon quickly.

"There's a reason we stop eating these," she muttered. "How do you enjoy this?"

"Come on, Ciara," Emma begged, taking her niece in her arms. "You've got to be hungry. You've got to want to eat. Candy? I'll give you anything you want as long as you eat it!"

Ciara stared blankly at her aunt, and then started to fuss. Tiger knew to get her blanket. This was how she cried when she was getting tired. When the cat brought Ciara's blanket over, Emma and the mothers knew they had lost.

"I can take her to the doctor's tomorrow if she still hasn't eaten much," Vanessa sighed. "She really shouldn't be so fussy."

"So you think she's lighter too?" Emma asked. Vanessa shrugged.

"Maybe a little. But you are used to carrying Joe around, and he's pretty big now. She had a couple bites here. She's obviously eating something."

"Just... not much," Claire said. Vanessa took her granddaughter and carried her upstairs to nap. Emma sighed and laid her head on the table.

"I hope we hear something about Gia soon," she said. Her mother rubbed her back.

"I'm sure we'll hear something."

"I don't care if it's good or bad news. At this point, I just want to know," Emma whispered. "I want to move on."

"Go see Jordan. Maybe he'll have a better memory of what happened?" Claire suggested. "It could get you closer to..."

"Mentioning Gia's name gets him worked up," Emma shook her head. "He thinks about her constantly, wondering if he could have done something to help her. It's tearing him up. If he remembered something..."

"Just, go see him," Claire said. "We'll look after the kids."