A stubbly chin pricked Nancy awake. She groggily opened her eyes and looked around. Smelling a familiar scent, she closed her eyes again and mumbled, "Daddy..."
Her hands instinctively wrapped around Felix's neck, and she fell soundly asleep again. Her tiny six-year-old body was desperate for sleep; she needed over ten hours a day to get enough rest.
Felix gently shifted his position to let Nancy sleep more comfortably, his face filled with tender love, without a trace of his usual intimidating air. Jacqueline felt a fresh pang of jealousy. 'Even though she despised the Thornes' crudeness, she was still jealous of how many people doted on Nancy. Even if Nancy tore a hole in the sky, her father and brothers would be there to hold it up for her.'
