Then, a second beam of light appeared, revealing a miniature, one-year-old version of Alaric Davenport. He wobbled over, and then a basket was passed forward...
The gifts continued, one for every year up to her twenty-fourth birthday. At some point, Alaric Davenport had changed into a handsome suit. He walked toward her, silhouetted against the light. "You don't lack for anything now."
Rosalind Lowell nodded. 'Yes,' she thought, 'having him and Xiaomu is more than enough.'
"You feel that we're all you need," Alaric Davenport said, continuing to walk toward her step by step.
He had read her mind.
"I want to give you every good thing."
He was filling in all the beautiful moments that had been missing from those unbearable years of her past.
He drew closer and closer. "Whatever you want, I can give to you with ease."
He stopped, now standing right in front of her, and took her hand. "But I'm sorry. I haven't been able to find them for you."
