Olive POV

Enoch and I have a dark secret that we both share. We are parents to a little girl named Isabella. She was five pounds four ounces when she was born. She had Enoch's looks but my eyes, she had reddish brown hair and was the sweetest, most easy going baby. She was our everything. That was, until one day we had to give her up to a kind lady named Miss Sparrow. Why you may ask, was because Isabella was peculiar. She, could read emotions.

That is why Enoch is so cold. He misses his baby girl so much, he blocks everyone out. All except me. Well, most of the time he lets me in.

That's why I cry myself to sleep every night. I miss daughter. My reason for living. I know I'll see her again. I just have to. I don't know what I'd do if I don't. I don't think Enoch knows what he'd do either. Sometimes, I see him take out two pictures. One is him holding her for the first time. And the other is the three of us all on the floor playing with her.

She was two years old the day we sent her away. All to keep her safe from any harm. We write to her. We always get a picture of her, she looks two, as always and a letter written by Miss Sparrow on how she is doing. I hope to see her again. Miss Peregrine did say we have a new peculiar. She is two so, hopefully it's her. Can't be so sure though.