A little boy with a shock of black hair ran around in the yard. He had no care in the world. Only three, he had nothing to fear. Even the golden retriever that bounded after him was harmless, its tongue lolling out and tail wagging. It was like a scene from a popular television ad. You got the friendly animal and the cute toddler playing on the picturesque, well-manicured lawn.
Drake seemed like a very grown-up name for a child, but his father, Dragomir, insisted. Serafina would have wanted the name Angelo, but she had to admit that while it celebrated her father’s Spanish roots, it also reminded her too much of where she came from.
Their beautiful boy did not look like a fallen angel, but what did fallen angels look like? This one had an innocent face and an open smile.
When Serafin
