Davina's POV

I raced up the stairs, but when I got to the medical ward, I paused.

My hand trembled over the doorknob before I finally bullied myself enough to push it open.

They didn’t realize I was there at first.

Dad’s hunched back obstructed Carlotta’s face. He was clasping her hand in both of his and murmuring something in that soft, calm voice he used to use when we were kids.

It was amazing how quickly that voice transported me. Back to a time when I still had a mother. Back to a ...