By one in the morning, they were still sitting in mostly silence with their daughter until something finally hit Daun. “Yo, what’s her name?” Tiredly Benz yawned, replying, “I haven’t officiated her birth certificate yet because I was waiting for you, but I know what I’d like to name her.” “You’on think I should get a say?” “That’s why I said what I’d like to name her.” “What is it?” “Dawn, with a w. Dawn Arli Mae Mescudi-Allen.” The smile. That smile, he couldn’t hide it if he tried. Benz was really trying to break him down.
