VERA'S POV
I continued to stare at Anton and the little girl clinging to him as if the rest of the world didn’t exist. Bryana, he said her name was. His daughter. The pieces fit perfectly now, but the revelations still had me fumbling for words. I felt like such an i***t. What was I thinking about getting involved in this matter again? Anton didn't even know about my assumptions but still I couldn't help feeling embarrassed in his presence for jumping to conclusions without asking.
Melody, however, was still frozen at my side, her face betraying her emotions. Her earlier confidence about Ana being Anton’s girlfriend had been completely uprooted. This wasn’t a rival to envy—it was a child. A sweet innocent looking child that looked like an actual angel. But that didn’t stop the wave of in
