Chapter 38 Maximus: Letting her Breathe

–Maximus–

I heard her.

Her words cut Ophelia, sharp as blades. My daughter, in her five-year-old form, curled into my lap, sobbing. I stroked her hair, coaxing her gently.

“She didn’t mean it,” Demetrius said. The boys understood the truth of the matter. Alexandria did not mean harm. She has ...