Caradoc kneeled down in front of her, taking her hands in his. "Our daughter, Julia. We named her Tory. And she's beautiful," he said softly, feeling his own tears and anger building up. He'd only known his daughter a few days before he'd been dragged there; he was robbed and it wasn't fair. His pain had subsided in the last month and a half, but it was coming back with a vengence.
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