BROOKE
I don’t say anything for a little while, I look at my hands but look towards Joe who hasn’t said or moved an inch from me.
I close my eyes “Willow, can you speak for me please?” I ask her, she nods her head.
“I remember that pink doll you used to carry around with you all the time,” she says softly, opening one eye to look towards Daisy who looks back at me stunned. Willow has come through “You named her Rose. You never went without her. I remember you giving her to me when I would get upset because my mother would leave me in the pack house while she would go to work or when dad was training” I say, a tear slides down my cheek at the mention of my mother. Willow's voice is soft and gently tells them what I’m telling her.
But fear strikes me.
“I can’t tell her what happened tha
