DEVON's P O V
I continued to watch Michelle on the large screen with a frown on my face, and she was still sleeping peacefully, as I put on a black shirt, and grey jogger pants.
She just looked so exhausted, and I felt a sudden pity for her for waking up early in the morning just to make a cup of coffee for dad. But that was her job, though. And she would be compensated very nicely for it.
I checked the time, and discovered that it was now eleven past eight, but she was still sleeping. I walked out of my room, and strode directly to the kitchen in an attempt to wake her up, but when I saw her beautiful face, I couldn’t help but remember Michaela all over again.
Everything about her, even the nose, the lips, and the eyelids, appeared to be the same as Michaela’s.
Fuck! This
