Chapter 207

LYDIA'S POV

I looked down at my daughter, the warmth of my tea cup completely forgotten in my hands as her words hung in the damp night air. Before I could even open my mouth to explain why things weren't that simple, Hazel’s grip tightened on my robe.

"Please, Mummy," she pleaded, her lower lip trembling as she looked back out at the torrential downpour. "He'll fall sick."

My chest tightened pain