She saw echoes of his face in her daughter’s, and took comfort in that when the little girl refused to sleep. For what seemed like the millionth time, Tari thought about what life could have been like if only she had asked more questions on that wonderful night. What kind of woman sleeps with a man and doesn’t know his last name? Who doesn’t say, ‘Dragon is a cool nickname but what’s your real name’ before letting him inside your body?
