Tolerate Alice. how do I tolerate her after what she did to me I had to go for 5 years not knowing that I had a daughter and she took that from me.
The thought made a cold knot tighten in my stomach, but Astor was right. Isabella was the priority. Always.
“Tell me,” I pleaded, my voice barely audible. “Tell me everything about her. About Isabella. What she’s like. What she loves. Everything.”
A slow, tender smile spread across Astor’s face, chasing away the shadows. “If I start talking about how special that little girl is,” he warned, his eyes twinkling, “we might not sleep the whole night.”
I squeezed his arm, a genuine laugh bubbling up from somewhere deep inside me. “I don’t care,” I declared, feeling lighter than I had in years. “I don’t want to sleep. I won’t sleep tonight. Not w
