The little princess Molly Wellington hugged Skye Brown, unwilling to let go.
She cried so sadly, leaving Skye with no way to just sweep her and her father, Dylan Wellington, the daddy who put her in this predicament, out the door.
The fire ignited by Dylan in Skye was almost extinguished the moment she saw Molly crying.
She didn't even have time to argue with Dylan. Her furrowed brow softened, and she half-kneeled on the bed's edge to embrace the little girl's soft body.
"Alright, alright, our Molly won't cry... Aunt Skye won't send you away, won't..."
Little Molly was truly insecure.
Listen to what she shouted, like Snow White, like Cinderella... all those fairy tale characters abused by stepmothers.
Skye didn't know what had made Molly so fearful and worried, but this child was truly lacking maternal affection.
And it was exactly this that stirred Skye's deeply hidden and overwhelming maternal love.
