The dry, wracking sobs reach my ears. The house is eerily still with the others hunting. She was supposed to be with them, but I would know that sound anywhere.
My daughter.
She sits at the edge of the river. I do not hide the rustle of my footsteps. She stiffens, lowering her hands from her face.
Her cheeks are dry, her eyes clear, but I feel her pain.
I know the agony of wanting so badly to be a mother.
Silently, I put my arm around her shoulders.
"Why doesn't Bella see what she has?"
"She will, Rose… someday."
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