The baby stepped into the moonlight, wrapped in a soft gray blanket, his tiny fists curled near his face. His dark hair glistened under the silver glow, and his bright blue eyes locked onto mine with an intensity no newborn should possess.
Selena froze.
This is not possible.
Jayden moved first, shifting back and kneeling slowly, as if approaching a wild animal. “Zendrea… baby girl… he’s looking at you.”
Hayden’s voice trembled. “He’s… he’s beautiful.”
Kayden swallowed hard, his eyes wide. “How did he get here?”
My mother staggered forward, her hand covering her mouth. “No… no… this can’t be…”
Jonah’s voice cracked. “Marisol… he looks like—”
He didn’t finish.
Because he didn’t need to.
The baby looked like us.
Like me.
Like Jonah.
Like my mother.
Selena pressed forward, trembl
