Raven’s P.O.V.
I adjusted my jacket as Lucy and I stepped into the small, cozy diner. The scent of sizzling bacon and fresh pancakes filled the air, making my daughter bounce excitedly beside me. She squeezed my hand, her little face lit up with pure delight.
“Daddy! This is the best day ever! Pancakes AND bacon? What did I do to deserve this? Am I the best kid in the world?” she asked dramatically, throwing her arms wide. I chuckled as I led her to a booth by the window.
“You’re alright, little princess.”
Lucy gasped.
“ALRIGHT? Excuse me, Daddy, but I am a national treasure.” She placed a hand over her heart.
“The best thing that has ever happened to you. The sun in your stormy sky. The reason you laugh and breathe.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Who let you watch soap operas?”
“Gran
