10 Years Later
"Mommy! Mommyyyyy!"
I sighed when I heard my daughter's voice. I counted from ten, and when I reached exactly one, the door in my office banged open. A little redhead girl with violet eyes stormed inside the room, her eagerness barely contained inside her tiny body. Reaching down, I scooped her up on my lap and faced my desk again.
"What is it, Zia?" I asked her. Her nickname was derived from Ezia, which was inspired by her father's name. Were we lazy in naming her? Kind of. But it was beautiful anyway, and Ezio was adamant about doing it.
"Look what I found!" Zia brought up a cracked vase painted with pale blue flowers. It was covered in mud and dirt.
"Are you digging up in the compound again?" I chastised her, bopping her nose with my finger.
Zia giggled. "It's an ar
