Haunting
A baby. A curly, brown haired baby. A baby with emerald green eyes. Just like her father. Yes, she haunted my dreams. She. I stared at my ceiling as I struggled to keep her memory fresh. My phone buzzed on my bedside table. As I slowly reached over, I silently prayed it wasn't about Anastasia's interview. Unfortunately, my prayers weren't answered. Harry's email was glum. His team had decided that he needed to do some extra charity work as a distraction. And we probably shouldn't be seen in public together for now. My body tensed as I read the last line. This girl was now affecting my relationship with Harry. _____ After a shower, I joined Manuela in the kitchen, soon followed by the boys. We worked on our Spanish lesson while we ate breakfast, then got Lennon ready for school. Bas ask
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