Damien’s POV
A few steps out from the side room, I froze in my tracks. My gaze was immediately drawn to the familiar figure of Amelia in the gardens on the other side of the courtyard.
No, I scolded myself. Not Amelia.
Annette.
It never got easier seeing her. Always, I was reminded of the woman I loved, who I had lost. Their features were just too similar. The eyes, hair, and smell were different though. I had to focus on that.
“Daddy!” Amy came running right up to me. “Grammy and Grampa are here!”
“And Aunt Annette, too!” Stacy said.
At once, both girls turned and pointed toward Annette in the gardens. She was still looking at me, which I wasn’t entirely opposed to. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I liked her looking at me. That part reminded me of Amelia too, even as I felt
