Louisa's POV
I stretched out my hand and held Vincent's hands.
I couldn't believe I was holding a vampire's hands.
They were as cold as the ice on the tundra.
"Vincent, I was in your cave this morning. When I saw that beautiful furniture and wall decoration, I thought to myself, the person who used to live here must have been really rich and enjoyed his life. But as far as I'm concerned, possessions don't make a happy family. People make it. It takes years of heavy labor of love. I don't know exactly what happened to you and your son, but I know that you must have tried very hard..."
Vincent wailed.
He shook his head and said, "No. I'm not a good father..."