Alpha Damon
who was far too innocent for all that was going on, for all the pain.
I turned toward the garden and saw her, our daughter, trying to walk across the soft grass, her tiny legs wobbling as she waved a crooked stick in the air like a sword. Her curls were wild, cheeks pink, her giggles unfiltered joy.
Sienna knelt beside her, smiling, her hand resting over her belly where instinct guided her, even when she wasn’t thinking. She had yet to take her first steps, not without her mother's support, but I could tell that she was getting down to it. She was growing too fast.
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