Brendan advanced rapidly, his breathing erratic, and was met with a chorus of greetings.

Brendan gave an absent nod, his eyes riveted on Rosalynn’s visage, excitement and incredulity etched across his face.

Could she really be the daughter he believed to be dead years ago?

It struck him why she seemed so familiar the first time they met; she bore a striking resemblance to his wife in her youth.

“Brendan, Rosa is indeed our daughter,” Gail announced through teary eyes as her husband walked through the door.

Embracing her, Brendan’s gaze remained locked on Rosalyn.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“Rosa, my child.”

quivered as she

good girl,” Brendan responded, his head bobbing

in his arms, his usually stoic

another moment

for one often

trembled as she glanced

worried gaze, Beal understood

nod

everything for his daughter’s sake and would not let her be ensnared

Brendan released Rosalynn and faced

you truly take my

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