(From Rachelle's Perspective)

"Do you love Uncle Dem?" Ava asked. I was at a loss for words. I did not want to lie, and I did not want to tell the truth either. But even I did not know at that moment what was the lie or what the truth was. How did I feel about him? I had no idea.

"Ava, you should not ask Rachelle these things too early. Give her some time." His voice made me jump. If Ava was not on my lap, I would surely do so. I hastily looked back and saw that he was kneeling on the floor with a little smirk on...