“Want the rest of my list of names?” he asked. “Why? Her name’s Seraphina.” The smile that spread across his face, so full of pride, stole my breath. “Seraphina Winter,” he whispered. “I like it. Does she need a middle name?” “Betsy.” The name blurted past my lips before I could stop it. Leo laughed. “That’s the sleep deprivation talking.” “I have no idea where that came from. But . . . it fits. That’s where she started.” “Seraphina Betsy Winter.”
