Chapter 67 We'll Survive Like We Did Before

• For a moment, I sat there in shock, looking at Elva and her wide, earnest eyes.
• Nicholas wasn’t exactly the last person I thought she’d say. He had been visiting her a lot lately; he always seemed to make time for her. But I would have thought Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny would have taken higher priority for a three year old.
• My face burned hot at the implication that Nicholas would… well, we would have to be married for Nicholas to be Elva’s father, wouldn’t we?