Stormy's pov:
"Make yourself comfortable..." Max said and put his daughter on the couch.
I didn't reply to him and sat beside his daughter, who is still looking very scared of me.
I turn my gaze from her and start playing with my fingers but suddenly my gaze falls on Max's family photograph.
I got up and moves towards that photograph, my fingers automatically starts gracing on that frame.
"That's my mommy..." Little Ava said, holding my baggy pant. I bend down and pick her in my arms, "where is she...?" I asked little Ava but she makes a sad face.
"She exactly looks like you..." I heard Max's sound, I twirled and found him standing behind me with the laptop.
"Where is she now...?" I asked Max,
"She died while giving birth to my little doll..." Max said and put his laptop on t
