CORA'S POV:-

I was sitting on a hammock swing, yawning lazily. My babies hardly came to me. Only when I was supposed to feed them. The rest of the day, my father didn't even let me have them. I couldn't stop him as he would get depressed whenever my kids were not with him. "Don't you have some interesting books for me? I am bored here since you hardly let me have my children!" I asked him in an annoyed tone.

My father looked up and smiled. "You didn't tell me you have a thing for books. If you would have, I would have taken you to my library right...