He had been in this feminine bedroom countless times, but the presence of a little baby seemed to infuse it with an extra sweet scent that hung in the air.

Cecilia was standing on the terrace, her back turned to the Light, making it difficult for Mark to see her face clearly.

Mark quietly closed the bedroom door.

He approached a small pink wooden crib, where Olivia was peacefully asleep.

The baby was over a year old.