Evelyn barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Michael, and the intensity in his gaze as he questioned her.
The next morning, Evelyn was startled awake by a small, warm weight landing on her chest. Clara was sitting on her stomach, her big, dark eyes wide with excitement.
"Ma-ma! Wake up! You're going to be late!" Clara chirped, kissing Evelyn's cheek with a wet slurping sound.
Evelyn laughed, pulling her daughter into a hug. "It's only six o'clock, my little happiness. Why are you up?"
Clara pulled back, her expression suddenly serious. "Ma-ma, you said you'd tell me. Where is my Papa? Is he far away?"
Evelyn felt the familiar ache in her chest. She looked at her daughter who was so smart and perceptive. "He's... he's abroad, Clara. He's working very hard to earn money so you and Lucian can have all the books and toys in the world."
"What does he look like?" Clara asked, reaching for Evelyn's phone on the nightstand. "Is he the man in your 'Secret' folder?"
