Lila's POV
I put my hands in my lap and sat on the edge of the bed. The small room was lit by the soft light of the morning sun coming in through the wooden window cracks. It seemed like the calm before the storm. Even though I didn't see her yet, my heart was beating fast.
Aria.
She was Kian's daughter and was only a year old, but she was very fiery. Like her father, she had wide, blue eyes that were full of wonder, but when she looked at me, they were cold. At least not yet. She didn't believe me.
The door creaked open, and there she was. Small and chubby, with tiny hands holding her father’s finger. Kian followed close behind her, his gaze meeting mine with hope, but he didn’t say anything. He simply let her go, standing quietly in the corner like he was afraid to interrupt.
Aria’s
