Chapter 89

LORENZO'S POV

I watched Celeste as she gently ran her hands over our children’s heads, patient and loving, even though they had been crying on and off for hours. She sang to them, whispered soft, comforting words. She had left her family for them, so they would be safe, so they could have the life they deserved, the life meant for them. I had seen the look in her eyes when she said goodbye to her