At Leo's words my heart clenched with love.
"This is for baby," he said again.
I took it, my hand shaking slightly. "Thank you, Leo."
He nodded, then climbed onto the bed, his eyes bright with excitement. "Tell me a story about daddy," he begged.
His words made my heart feel like it was breaking all over again. I'd never tried to correct him when he had begun calling Crow, Daddy. And now, it was too late to explain that he wasn't. How could I explain to him the man Crow really was? The love we had shared, the pain of his absence?
"Once upon a time, there was a man named Crow," I said, my voice low and steady. "He was strong and brave, and he rode a big, loud motorcycle. He had eyes that were the color of the ocean on a stormy day, and when he looked at you, it was like he could see ri
