Clarissa yawned and rubbed her eyes. "Will I ever meet an angel, Daddy?" she asked, as she snuggled into her pillow. He leaned over and kissed her on her forehead. "I'm sure you will, sweetheart," he said. "You just have to watch for them." She nodded sleepily. "Night Daddy, I love you."
"I love you, too," he whispered to the already sleeping child. A fierce feeling of protectiveness struck him as he watched her sleep from the doorway. There is no way anyone is going to take her from us, he vowed silently. Not while I'm alive.
The trial for Gary Copper has begun, but was there another murder in his past? One that would change the future for Bradley's daughter? And as Rosie and Stanley prepare for their wedding, they both have some ghosts in their own closets they will have to deal with.
©2012 Therese Reid (P)2014 Therese Reid