I turned to see Chloe running toward me, her patent-leather shoes clicking against the floor.

“You like my dress?” she asked, stopping right in front of me and spinning in a circle to make the skirt flare.

“I love it, Chloe,” I said, kneeling down so we were eye-to-eye. “You look like a little yellow butterfly.”

She beamed, reaching out to touch the silver nurse’s pin on my collar.

“Daddy says this is your new home,” she said, her voice full of innocent wonder.

“Well, it’s where I will be working to help other kids feel better, just like you did,” I explained gently.

“But you’re coming to our house later, right?” she asked, her brow furrowing with sudden concern. “For the cake?”

“Of course I am,” I said, smoothing down a stray piece of her hair. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Daniel walked up behind her, his hands slid casually into the pockets of his dark grey suit trousers.

He looked incredibly handsome, the sharp lines of his face softened by a relaxed, happy grin.

“I hope she isn’t making demands already,” Daniel said, looking down at us.