Daughter of the Moon
Angel: But how did he know there was a young woman here, a stranger, about the same age his daughter would be?
Alexander: Oh! He probably doesn’t know. He’ll find out when he sees you.
Agnes placed a plate of scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon in front of me and brushed her free hand against my shoulder. I jumped, not from fear, but from something else, like a feeling of déjà vu.
“Auntie,”
“Yes, my love.”
“Cheese, please?”
“Of course, Evangeline, but eat your eggs first.”
“No, cheese, egg!” She ruffled the girl’s hair and kissed her on the nape of the neck, right where the heart-shaped birthmark was.
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