he hadn’t slept properly in days.
“She’s in the kitchen drawing,” he said softly.
“Does she know?”
He shook his head.
“We’re waiting until we can explain everything in a way she can understand.”
I nodded.
Then I heard little footsteps.
“Auntie Claire!”
Ellie appeared in the hallway.
The moment she saw me, her face lit up.
She ran straight into my arms.
I knelt and held her tightly.
For five years, I’d believed I would never hold my daughter.
Now she was wrapping her arms around my neck.
Alive.