“Da-daddy!”
My shoulders tensed as my ears registered the voice of my daughter, and I turned around in disbelief, my eyes searching for her. My eyes narrowed in even farther disbelief as I took in the sight of the small figure that was running towards me with her dark locks bouncing up and down as she did so. I could see the red tint to her cheeks, acknowledging the fact that she must have been tired, exhausted. How long had she been running for?
I took in the extra effort that she was putting in to making her way over here, her short legs lifting high before they sunk into the snow again. If it had been anyone other than Ivy, I would have been surprised by her determination. But that was where Ana and Ivy differed.
Ivy was independent. Always able and willing to do what she wanted to
