The night was as cool as water.
Ave Carlisle stood quietly by the windowsill, watching the snowflakes fluttering outside the window as the memories of her second chance encounter with the man surfaced one by one in her mind.
Thinking back, Ave gently touched her wrist, the ruby bracelet...
"Mommy!"
Ave instinctively answered 'yes' and looked towards the bed, only to find that Emma had just turned over and gone back to sleep.
The little creature was talking in her sleep.
Ave smiled and drew the curtains. She walked to the bed and bent over to kiss Emma's forehead but heard the little creature call out 'daddy' in her tender voice.
Ave's eyes darkened.
In France, the little creature called Paul 'Daddy', but this 'daddy' undoubtedly referred to Flynn Taylor.
"Little treasure, why do you call him daddy?"
"If you were father and daughter, bound by blood, then it would make sense. But you have no relation to him, so why are you so attached to him?"