Rachel’s P.O.V.
I smiled while looking at my precious daughter curling up on the couch. Danny had dimmed the light in the living room, but I could see her face clearly.
Her mouth was open, maybe a little drool already hanging at the corner, face a little up, no lines on her forehead and eyes still.
She was in a deep sleep.
She was away from home for more than four days, and I almost lost her to that organization. I couldn’t tell how scared I was when I got that news.
Charlette is the reason that I am living my present life. She gave me a reason to stay alive when all I wanted to give up on my life.
I squatted down beside the couch and slowly stroked her hair.
She closed her mouth and snuggled against the cushion while I continued stroking her hair.
“She hasn’t had dinner yet, Rache
