Kyra's POV
"Mommy!" Snow ran to me as soon as she saw me. Tears streamed down her face as she hugged me.
I picked up Snow, feeling her shaking against me. I looked at Phoebe, then back at Snow.
"What's wrong?" I asked softly.
"She saw Luke in the news," Phoebe explained. "I didn't know that she was watching television. I was cooking her pancakes when I heard her crying."
I sighed and held my daughter closer, feeling Sylvia stir protectively within me. "Shh, hush now, sweetie."
"Mommy, what h-happened to Uncle L-Luke?" Snow's voice quivered as she spoke, her little fingers clutching my shirt.
I bit my bottom lip and shook my head. "U-Uncle Luke is... gone, sweetheart." The words felt like stones in my throat.
She cried harder, her tears soaking through my shirt. "Why?"
I caressed her cheeks as I sat on the couch and settled her on my lap. "Shhh, Uncle Luke became an angel, sweetie." I tried to explain in a way her young mind could understand.
