Total pages in book: 254
Estimated words: 240032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1200(@200wpm)___ 960(@250wpm)___ 800(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 240032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1200(@200wpm)___ 960(@250wpm)___ 800(@300wpm)
“They smell happy,” the tallest added in a monotone voice, though her brown eyes remained glued to the three males on the floor laughing.
The third one huffed. “I don’t know why you’re doing this to yourselves. They’ll never know what you did.”
Neither of the two women tore their gazes away from the windows and the people inside, but the shortest woman made a delicate gesture with her body. “They don’t need to,” she replied, her head held high, her bronze skin burnished under the moonlight. “It’s a burden we take on as mothers. To do what’s necessary, even at our expense.”
Another huff left the third woman’s chest as she shook her head, but she wasn’t fooling the others.
A mother was always a mother, no matter how old their child got.
And on that Christmas night, the Night, the Moon, and the Hound stood in the trees and watched an ancient uncle, two older brothers, a father and a husband, a mother and a wife, two sons, and two daughters rejoice in the love of the family they had built, never knowing of the audience that stood in the tree line.
Never knowing that it wasn’t the universe or Fate that brought them all together, but a series of regrets and a strong sense of atonement that led to this moment in time.
And more than anything else, an incredible amount of love.