Chapter 147
- Alaria:
- The sound of little feet pattering across the floor pulled me out of half-sleep. Anastasia’s laughter, light and innocent, filled the room as she climbed onto the bed and nestled herself between Liam and me.
- “Mama,” she whispered, her small hands tugging at the blanket, “you promised to tell me a story before breakfast. Why are you still in bed? We are supposed to be playing.”