CHAPTER FORTY-SIX:
The restaurant was packed for Anna’s first birthday, balloons floating lazily above the tables and the smell of fresh cake drifting from the kitchen. Lyra stood near the front, watching her youngest daughter toddle between June and Theo, tiny hands reaching for everything. Her heart felt too full, like it might burst right there in front of everyone.
Dimitri came up behind her, arms sliding around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder. “Look at her go. She’s got your stubborn streak. Won’t let anyone help her walk anymore.”
Lyra leaned back into him, a soft laugh escaping. “She’s got your eyes. And your temper when she doesn’t get what she wants. I still can’t believe she’s one already. It feels like yesterday we were in that hospital room, terrified we might lose
