Chapter 39 The Bloody Martin
- Daisy’s P.O.V.
- “Mommy… Daddy…” Hope’s voice resonates through the hall as she rushes towards us. Aunt Eva follows her, her eyes filled with concern fixed on me.
- I stand up from the sofa and lift Hope into my arms. “My baby.” I embrace her, instantly feeling better. Hope is like a star in my life who always brightens my days, no matter how dark they are.