Amy immediately pointed to the TV and said, "Daddy!" Everyone turned to look at the screen, but the broadcast had already shifted.

There was no trace of Monbatten anymore.

Amy scanned the TV anxiously, flipping channels with the remote.

After a few moments, she plopped onto the floor in disappointment.

Keira walked over and scooped her up.

"Missing Daddy?" "Daddy!" Amy replied with a firm nod.

At just three years old, Amy had been through so much.

Howard and his mother had mistreated her horribly, leaving her timid and withdrawn.

Only recently, after living in a loving home with Keira and Lewis, had she started to blossom. Even so, she often struggled to express herself.

Now, clutching the remote tightly, she jabbed a finger toward the TV in frustration.

"Daddy!" The screen switched to a news anchor, and Keira couldn't help but chuckle. "Do you think he's handsome? Is that why you're calling him Daddy?" "No!" Amy protested, her little face scrunched in frustration. "Not him! Daddy is in the TV!" Keira brushed a hand over Amy's hair.

"Alright, sweetie.

Next time you see him, point him out to me, okay?" Amy sighed, defeated.

turned to Keira, her

me Daddy is in the TV." Keira

approached, raising

her? Could she be fangirling over some actor? You know, like those women who call celebrities their husbands and get their

a reality show, Erin." Erin

what do you think it is?" Jenkins

up

sense." The three of them lingered in silence around

her into the bedroom

drooped, Keira hummed

couldn't

much of herself at

been even harsher. Her father

basement, Keira would stare out of

driven her to

box of expired crackers, and it felt like striking

room, savoring each

only dream was to grow up and

income, Keira compulsively stockpiled food—bags of rice,

her mother, Jodie South, playing with Isla. Unlike Poppy, Jodie had been a source of light, a woman full of warmth

whim. Isla had asked her why she dabbled in so many things, and Jodie simply replied, "Because I want to." Isla asked if Jodie was disappointed

grades when I was

calm demeanor. Over time, Keira stopped crying when she was hit. Crying didn't solve problems; Jodie had taught

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