Naomi's POV

The next morning began slowly, not the slow, dragging manner to which I'd grown accustomed before-but the comfortable rhythm of normal life.

The first thing I heard was the very beautiful voice of my lovely daughter.

Her voice greeted me with the soft song coming from her bedroom, her voice drifting from room to room like birdsong. Her voice was like a cold water that melted my heart.

I simply remained there for some minute, I wasn't running away from anything, I wasn't ...