The minute the kids were out of earshot, I said, “We’ve talked about this. Many times.”
“We have, and you never listen,” Claire said.
Without the children nearby we both dropped our facades and openly glared at each other.
“I need my daughter’s love,” Claire said. “That is what heals me.”
“The Healers said that her closeness is effective enough,” I countered. “She doesn’t have to love you. And I can’t force her to, even if that was the case.”
“Not even to save a life?”
“No,” I said. “Especially when it’s the life of a murderer.”
Amelia’s POV
Maybe I should have left well enough alone. But after finding the computer had Damien locked, the only place I thought I might be able to find answers, would be to find that man and the kids again.
Maybe they could explain to me why I felt the
