C145 Meet Bella

The car's engine hummed low, a soft growl in the stillness of the night. Xavier's hands gripped the wheel; his eyes lingered in the rearview mirror. There she was—Bella. Wrapped in the quiet cocoon of the back seat, her face is a ghostly echo of Cathleen’s, yet unmistakably his.

“You just had to look like Daddy, huh, Bella?” He murmured, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk