Alexia POV
My heart hammers against my chest as the plane starts to descend. Thomas squeezes my hand, offering support. I hate flying to begin with, but this feeling has nothing to do with the flight. I meant every word I said to Clarice. She is my daughter. Thomas and I could never have any more children after Trevor. Honestly, if the doctors were to be trusted, it was amazing I got pregnant with him. I always wanted a daughter. The minute he brought Clarice home, I knew she was meant to be in our lives. She needed us as much as we needed her.
I think that's why it hurt so much when she didn't answer my calls. I thought at first she was upset with me even though I knew it was irrational. So when she finally answered, I was relieved until she let us know what had happened. I love my so
