Just then, Herry rubbed his eyes and walked out of the bedroom.
"Daddy..." he called sleepily, walked up to Barry, climbed onto the sofa, and leaned into his arms.
Barry looked down at Herry's face.
Those eyes looked unusually clear under the light, just like Kate's.
He inexplicably thought of the other three children Kate had given birth to.
He hadn't seen the second and third very often—they couldn't be brought out in the open, and he'd been afraid Kate would find out.
As for the fourth child...
He had carried the newborn to Lucy himself.
Thinking back now, that baby's face had looked just like Kate's.
A hard-to-describe stir rose in his chest, mixed with a faint panic.
Ever since he'd learned Kate was gone, he seemed less and less able to control his emotions.
"Herry," he sai
