Chapter 643 - Chasing Butterflies

• Ella
• I haven’t been to the nursery since the news of Sinclair’s supposed death broke, and when I walk in I’m greeted with a chorus of excited cries from the children. I kneel down and open my arms to the pups, making sure to kiss every cheek and nose I can reach. “Ella where have you been?!” One of the older girls demands hotly, crossing her arms over her chest, “It’s been ages and ages!”
• “Miss Izzy said you were sick.” Someone else interjects before I can answer. “You can borrow my stuffy if you want, she always makes me feel better.”