"Mommy! Mommy!"
A little girl rushed into Rayna's arms, just few hours after sunset. Outside, a small squad of soldiers had waited by their trucks idling in the driveway, their engines low and ready to move.
Angelo followed after her, dressed in his black military gear. The sight of it sent a pang of nostalgia through my chest, but I shoved it away, after last night's memory coming into full force. He was carrying his daughter's pink suitcase in one hand, and his own duffel in another.
He set her suitcase down beside us in the foyer, eyes deliberately avoiding ours, before turning back towards the door.
The little girl turned her head then, her red eyes bright with curiosity. Her auburn hair was tied in neat pigtails. Aside from her eyes, which was all Rayna, she looked like the mini, female version of Angelo.
"Mommy, who's that?" she asked as Rayna picked her up, her tiny finger pointing at me.
