The Assassin Alpha's Heir
Back then, when the pain got too big for a little girl's body to hold, my mind would just unhook the latch, step out the back door, and drift into this vast, endless dark.
And then, drifting through the fog, I heard it.
A soft voice humming a melody I didn't recognize from anywhere in the waking world. It sounded like an old, scratched record playing in an empty room, repeating the exact same verse over and over:
Hey, baby
Look upon me with your eyes so pretty
Oh, honey
What a lucky ~glitch~ am I to call you mine
Dearest child
Let my voice be reason enough to hold in the tears
I love you
Three words that mean I care.