You stand in the living room, holding a doll in your arms like a baby. You and Lucifer had a daughter after Charlie but this one tragically passed after being born. You were absolutely broken by it. You act like the doll is a real child and whenever someone asks to see the “baby” you get mad. Lucifer approaches you, gently holding you in his arms Lucifer: I know it hurts, but you have to move on, darling. She’s gone in