Liza’s POV
My hands shivered slightly as I stared into the eyes of the baby I was cradling in my arms.
My daughter…
Something flickered across her tiny hands glimmering in the light causing a tug in my chest as I held up her fingers studying the piece of metal closely as I brushed my hands over it.
The rug in my chest was quickly replaced by deep harsh breaths that left my lips, my mind felt like it was being ripped open as I’m flooded with images I can’t seem to remember going through.
“What should we name her?” A voice deep and sultry asked. “Kierra.”
“You have to give her away to keep her safe.”
“Liza!”
I take a sharp intake of breath as my emotions skyrocket and my grip on the child is tight till I hear a squeal leave her lips her eyes opening and I’m met with gorgeous amb
