K I A R A ' S P. O. V
"You want to read that one?" I listened intently as Anastasia spoke the next three lines of the book. She yawned heavily, burrowing into my chest with sleepily eyes.
I finished the rest of the book off, before placing her down into the bed. As I turned to move away, she latched onto my hand, squeezing it so incredibly tight.
Sometimes it feels she can still sense the disconnection after what happened with Mikhail months ago. She sleeps in our bed, crying if we attempt to move her, clinging onto Aaron and I like we were bound to vanish at any moment.
I glanced at the clock. It was eight, yet already night had fallen upon us like a thick blanket drowning out the light.
I heard the door open and shut from downstairs. A flood of heavy footsteps rushing up to s
