HIS EX-LUNA HAS A SON
“… I’m your father! The one who always read you bedtime stories before you fell asleep at night. Do you remember sneaking into our room in the middle of the night just because you had a nightmare, huh?”
Lily scrunched up her face, a look of confusion and slight disgust replacing her smile. "You smell," she complained, wrinkling her nose. "My name is Rose, not Lily! And you are not my father! My father is over there,” she declared, pointing at Flynn.
My heart shattered into a million pieces, each shard piercing my soul with excruciating accuracy. I crawled toward Amy, my eldest daughter, desperate for some trace of recognition, but she flinched, stepping back as if I was a stranger.