Becca
Ludo must have sat in the same position staring at the photos of his mother that Freyja had sent for an hour. For a moment, I got a glimpse at the little boy inside Ludo. His eyes were wide with wonder, his blue eyes were wet with unfallen tears, and a slight smile played across his lips. I looked over his shoulder to see the picture again and marveled at the resemblance between them.
“You look just like her,” I said softly. “She’s beautiful.”
“Do…do you think she wanted me?” Ludo said barely above a whisper. “Would she have loved me?”
“I think she did,” I said. “I think you guys would have had a much different life if you were together.”
“I never thought about her being a real person,” he said. “Surt always made it seem she was nothing to him, and she welcomed d
