AZURA.

Over one year later…

“Phinie! Come here, come on!” Corrado says, holding his arms out to a fifteen-month-old Phoenix.

She giggles and toddles over to him. She’s been walking for about four months now and she’s a right little madam. Her dark hair shines under the sun. It may not be as black as mine but it’s equally glossy and straight. As for her eyes, they are a mix of mine and Leo’s, not as light as his and not as bright as mine, but a gorgeous blue that reminds me of a clear blue summer sky.

I lean back against the tree trunk, enjoying the shade of the...