NIXIE’S POV
The school bell rang loudly, echoing across the courtyard.
I stood by the front gates of the preschool, holding a small pink backpack. The evening air felt cool and fresh. There were no black cars today. It was just a normal Monday evening in Milan, filled with parents waiting for their kids.
The doors opened. A crowd of tiny, laughing children poured out into the courtyard.
"Auntie Nixie!"
I smiled instantly, I looked through the crowd and saw her.
Lorna was running toward me as fast as her little legs could carry her. Her denim overalls had a fresh smear of green paint on the knee, and her pigtails bounced wildly.
I dropped to one knee and opened my arms.
Lorna crashed into me, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck.
"There is my favorite baby!" I laughed, hugging
