Leah's POV
I stood outside Sorcha's room listening as Zachary read The Velveteen Rabbit to my little girl. His soft Irish brogue reminded me of my Grandfather Murphy who at the age of twenty had immigrated to Canada from the Dublin area of Ireland. Grandfather had never lost his regional dialect and as a child I had loved listening to him speak. Hearing Zachary's voice sent waves of comfort washing over me.
The creak of the rocking chair told me that he was standing up to put Sorcha into her bed. I quietly walked into the room to see him laying her down, covering her with her comforter, and kissing her forehead, before saying, "Sweet dreams, Princess Sorcha. I'll see you tomorrow."
I smiled at his words. This man was something special, something good. That Sorcha felt this too was prov
