Rosalie's POV
"Michael!" Jack rubbed his hand through his hair as he paced by the fireplace.
We had just come back to our home after a long ceremonial first shift run. Normally we would spend time together as a family after the first shift. Still, Parisa started her heat just after throwing that idea out the window.
I would have called you a liar if I had woken up this morning and someone told me my daughter was coming home. Now she was home, and I wanted my daughter all to myself, but fate had a funny way of being cruel. Parisa was home; my first baby was home. Unfortunately, she wasn't my baby any longer.
Parisa wasn't my little girl anymore. Time moved slowly over the years, and now that she was no longer a child, I could no longer enjoy her growing up. Parisa was an adult and th
