Chapter 890 No Longer That Little Girl

• Penelope stepped into my bedroom first, settling Pudding safely on the big bed with guard rails. The diapers sat on the desk by the window.
• When she went to grab a diaper, she caught sight of a familiar figure. To see more clearly, she flicked off the room light.
• Tobias stood by the flowerbed, smoking. She never denied he was a near-perfect man. In the night, a cigarette pinched between his fingers, tall and straight, posture crisp; the ember pulsed, bright then dim.