The morning sunlight felt warmer than usual after Cain’s mom left, but the weight in my chest refused to lift.
Evie squirmed in my arms, letting out a soft growl that distracted me from my thoughts.
Her tiny hands reached up to grab at my hair, and I smiled despite myself.
“She’s really lively today,” I stated, glancing at Cain, who sat on the pavement, staring at us while his phone rested in his other hand.
He stood and walked toward me, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.
His usual confidence seemed muted, and the frown on his face hadn’t disappeared since we left his mother’s house.
“She’s always like this,” he said softly. “She takes after you.”
I blinked, my brows furrowing as I thought about what he said. I looked at him. “After me?”
Cain finally turned to me, a small smi
