Faith's Pov
My eyes snapped open, not slowly, but unlike every usually day. l remembered exactly what happened and who l saw.
I shifted slightly, and l felt a heavy weight pressed into my left and right side.
Looking down, my breath caught.
Marco was sleeping curled against my chest, his small face buried in my nightgown. Isabella was tucked against my right side, her head resting on my arm. My two beautiful, innocent children.
I reached out and gently touched Marco’s cheek. My fingers brushed against a sticky, crusty line, dried and tight against his soft skin. I touched Isabella’s cheek next. Same thing.
My children had been crying until they fell asleep and it broke my heart.
I lifted my eyes and met Astor’s gaze.
He was sitting in the armchair beside the bed, leaning forward,
