On the way to Rosalie’s house, Byron held Estelle in his arms in the backseat while Lucas drove the car.

Estelle suddenly muttered something as she frowned.

Byron’s forehead creased. He leaned forward to listen to what Estelle was muttering.

“Mommy...”

The little one murmured. As Estelle sleeptalked, she grabbed tightly onto Byron’s clothes.

Even though the little one was still asleep, she was thinking of Rosalie.

Hearing the little one’s words and thinking of Rosalie, Byron was in deep th