Alec and I look at each other, silently communicating. After a second or two, he pulls his eyes from mine and focuses on Aspen, who is holding on to him as if her life depends on it.
I can see the struggle in his eyes. He doesn’t want to let go of her, but he also knows that questioning that hybrid is important. His reluctance stems from not being sure when he can hold her like this again.
I would have told him not to worry, but I kept that little statement to myself. I know my daughter. Now that she’s been around him, even if it was just for a couple of minutes, she’ll find a way to always be around him.
The thought of that alone brings an unwelcome feeling to my heart. Part of me wants to nip whatever is happening between them in the bud, while the other can’t take the thought of brea
