They seemed to fall back into their old habits around each other, laughing at nothing and everything, casual touches and happy glances at each other. And now Odette was holding Carina, our daughter. My daughter. At any other time I wouldn't consider myself too jealous or possessive, but seeing her hold Carina, I was. I don't know if I could share Narcissa with her like Ginny did her boys, but that's my child. Today I finally realized what it would mean if I had lost her; only after I realized that she meant the world to me.