CHAPTER 95
AZALEA
“This is so touching!” I murmured silently, peering into the two forms slouching on the couch.
I moved to place a duvet to cover them while they sleep so peacefully as if the great storm did not pass in their lives.
After we had lunch, nothing I said made the father and daughter separate. Dimitri sat in one of the coaches in the receiving area, joking and teasing with our little Angel. Adri used her hands to make different forms of his face, stretching the smooth skin on his cheeks, made his lips pout, made his eyes open and close, knotted his brows, and pinched his nose and cheeks, and many more while she giggled loudly each time she made a different form. Dimitri didn’t seem to mind that his daughter was making fun of him. They were engrossed in their own world, jus
