Lawrence POV

As Mira's little fingers gripped mine, the room was softly lit by the moonlight coming in through the window. George slept peacefully next to her, breathing evenly and steadily. Mira woke up and her dark lashes fluttered against her cheeks.

"Daddy?" Even though she spoke in a drowsy whisper, I could feel the weight of her words.

I leaned closer and said, "I'm here." I spoke steadily, but my chest was constricted.

Her eyes searched mine, just like Camilla's. "Will you now remain ...