Claire’s POV
I saw Nova pout, it could move mountains. She sat on the edge of her bed with her arms crossed, her lips pressed tight, refusing to look at me.
“You’re leaving again, aren’t you?” She asked softly, I saw her tears threatening to spill.
I sat next to her and sighed. My hand reached instinctively to brush back her hair, soft as silk, falling across her face. “I am not leaving today,” I answered as I pressed down the guilt in my heart. “Today, I’m all yours.”
Her head turned slowly, her eyes round and full of cautious hope. “Just us?” I nodded “yes, today it will be just us,” I promised.
The pout finally disappeared from her face and changed into a blooming smile. Then, without warning, she flung her arms around my neck.
“Yay! Mommy’s staying with me!”
The way she said it—
