Polly hurried out of the bathroom and changed, puzzled that her daughter hadn't woken up. She had felt so relaxed that she hadn't noticed the time.
She dressed in shorts and a loose shirt and went straight to her daughter's room, but a thousand years of therapy wouldn't have prepared her for what she found.
Nathaniel... his back was to her with little Mary in his arms; "My star" she heard him whisper.
She was frozen at the scene, this cold being was caring for her little girl with the love of a father. She sneaked out of the room and tried to calm herself in the hallway, she knew something had hurt Nathaniel in the past but she has never wanted to ask out of respect for him, but something tells her that what is going on in that room is something very important to him.
She leane
