Chapter 48

  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..."