KIARA.
My lips quiver as Alejandro pulls me into his arms. His intoxicating scent and his warmth are the greatest comfort for me, but it doesn’t take away the pain that has settled into my heart. When your child is suffering…
‘We’re here for her.’ He says through the link.
I’ve failed as a mother. I’m trying not to let my pain show as I gaze at the door to her bedroom.
My Angel…
The smell of breakfast that I’m almost done cooking fills the cottage, and despite the pleasant warmth of the morning ray of sunshine that makes the small hallway glow, I’m struggling to remain strong.
Last night replays in my mind and I close my eyes, taking a choked breath. It’s hard…
(FLASHBACK – LAST NIGHT)
“Hello?” I answer Alejandro’s incoming call, licking my finger clean of the brownie batter.
It’s
