Inside the master bedroom.

Olivia saw that Dylan had bought Leyla a wooden rocking horse.

The little girl was happily riding on it.

The nanny stood beside Leyla, ready to catch her in case she would fall down.

When Olivia came in, Leyla turned to her and greeted her excitedly, but made no move to get off the horse.

Taking off her shawl, Olivia walked over to her daughter and squatted down to her level.

She touched the rocking horse gently and asked with a smile, “Is this from Uncle Dylan?”

“Yes!” Leyla replied with a grin.

As she spoke, she kept swaying back and forth on the horse.

shells decorated

sure to

a delicate piece of work, and

lost in thought for

spirits, Leyla turned to Olivia and

in her

was too young to understand the messy relationship between her mother

be away for a business trip,

Leyla’s face almost made

felt a bit

maid to make a big cake for Christmas so she could invite Dylan and share it with

wings that Dylan had made for her the other

at the memory

to bed, Olivia took a shower and began to work on her

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