Olivia’s POV

Alexander had a point when he said there wasn’t much waiting for Mia and me in New York for New Year’s Eve. For the past five years, I’d spent every New Year’s alone with my daughter, standing by our apartment window, cradling her as we watched the fireworks burst over the city.

While others celebrated with loved ones, laughing and toasting to new beginnings, I had only Mia. The loneliness would creep in, and instead of joy, I’d often find myself crying, overwhelmed ...