Emily’s POV
“How’s your daughter, Marietta?” Armon asked in his deep, easy voice.
“She’s responding to treatments, sir,” Marietta responded solemnly, and it dawned on me that only a few people knew that Thalia was actually Marietta’s child. I’m sure that there’s a story behind it, but that would be for another day.
I’d ask Armon.
I moved closer as Marietta’s eyes watered again. Her voice broke as she made to kneel before me, but I held her still.
“Thank you so much, Ma’am Leticia. Thalia would be dead if you had not intervened…”
“It’s alright, really.” I cleaned her tears, staring affectionately at her. “I did nothing.”
Here I was, thinking I had a mother figure of some sort, only to discover that she has a daughter in the estate. I sighed dreamily. If wishes were horses, I’d have
