Indigo's POV

I smiled when I saw our child waving at my place. Some guests laughed at him. She's the epitome of happiness to us. I'm glad that she was there when Ingrid need someone the most. I think Ingrid must have been secretly crying until she could go to sleep that time. My chest clenched at the thought that I wasn't there during those times.

I still vividly remember when her mother died, there is not a day that she is not just staring to something and deep in thought. There isn't a day that she doesn't cry just to sleep. Her eyelids always need to be heavy just...