OLIVIA
The next morning, as I was tidying up our things, my daughter woke up.
“Where are we, Mom?” Hannah asked, looking around the room with wide eyes.
I turned to her and smiled. “We’re at Dr. Morgan’s condo,” I answered softly.
She walked over to me and hugged my neck. “Why are we here?”
I gently caressed her face, explaining, “The rain was too heavy last night, and Dr. Morgan’s car engine broke down. His condo is nearby, so he offered us a place to stay until the rain stopped.”
“Then I must thank Dr. Morgan later,” she said with a smile, her innocent, carefree gray eyes looking up at me.
As I gazed into Hannah’s gray eyes, my mind involuntarily replayed the absurd kiss from last night, and the flood of emotions that came with it.
Hannah was right—it was only f
