My Daughter Whispered What Happened at Her Grandfather’s House. Then I Discovered the Family Secret Behind It.
“You must be the famous Maya.”
Maya blinked.
“I am famous?”
“To your dad?
Extremely.”
That got the first real smile from her since the attack.
Nina examined her in the guest room while I stood by the door, useless and burning.
She was gentle—more gentle than I remembered she could be.