I touched Asule’s cheek. The girl looked at me, eyes fully open, serious. She was maybe a month old.
“We shall take care of you, little butterfly,” I whispered with trembling lips. “Because of the sacrifice your parents made, you are our daughter now.”
Seth placed his hand on Asule’s head.
“Our daughter,” was all he said.
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