You were never broken

***Ella*** "...Truly... I’m not sure how else to go about it—" Will muses, just as my senses stir. I look up instinctively, catching Austin’s eyes across the kitchen. He’s by the oven, but the moment our gazes meet, we both know. "—Ophelia’s here," I breathe, interrupting Will, a wild, radiant smile breaking before I can stop it. Right now, all I want is to see my daughter. To see her. To ask how it felt for it to happen naturally. How it happened. Aus...what do you think her wings look like — do you think she has tried to fly yet? Does she even know how to release them? I want to be there when she does for the first time! Has she gotten taller? Was she as afraid as I was that first morning? Does she feel stronger? Brighter? Does she finally have her light back? Does she eve