DRAVEN'S POV:
Her words flew straight to my chest like flint knives. In the last twenty-four hours, she had taken me through different emotions.
I felt a strong admiration, a pull I could not control, seeing her fight for Ella's life. She restored my hope. In my eyes, she was a hero.
Compassion followed that admiration, watching her bleed and being wrapped in bandages to put her limbs together. A sacrifice she made for my child.
All through the night, confusion was my companion. ‘Did Ella have a fighting chance? Was there something special about Aria that made her able to revive Ella?’
Fear was my best friend. I watched over Ella the entire night, dreading that her heart would stop beating and her breath would cease. “Good morning, daddy,” when her eyes opened and her tiny voice hit m
