I glance down at her and she buries her face in my jacket, "Not so good. She doesn't like to be near anyone. Not even Jackie or any or my sisters...and will throw a fit if I leave her alone in a room."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I flash a smile and follow her, jumping in the passenger seat and looking around, "Jacks... this isn't our car, is it?"
``````````` Jace
I flash a smile before bringing myself to painfully sit up, looking at my youngest daughter, "Ella, honey, can you look at me? It's Daddy. I'm not going to hurt you."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I flash a smile and shake my head, starting it, "Nope."
,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Rayah
I swallow and Ella doesn't budge, whispering something to me. I glance down at her and whisper back, kissing the top of her head. She hesitates before peeking at Jace, her blue eyes searching him.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind