Missy's baby girl, Safronia, came into the world wanting to know something about everything so she could have something to say. Safronia's disposition ran hot and cold every minute of every day. She was a sweet baby one minute and a mad one the next, and not even Missy could call it. Missy would sit coddling little Safronia with clasped arms, drawn to those oak-colored eyes that rekindled the pain and soothed it all in the same moment. Those eyes...