7 years later
She flew like an angel.
David tried not to watch too closely as she danced. She was a little shy when it came to her ballet skills. She did not think she was good enough yet, his little perfectionist. He was so damn proud though, he could not tear his eyes from the open doorway as he sat at the table cleaning his guns where he had taken them apart. She twirled and turned, flying so fast she would often move before he knew she had done it. She preferred to dance without music. She said the music and the steps were all in her head. Laid out like a map.
Elena.
She had long dark mahogany hair like her mother's. But eyes of pitch, like her father's. The pride and gratitude that David felt whenever he looked at the child eclipsed nearly everything else he felt, except for the e
