The nurse’s voice was calm, reassuring. “Your little one does have some deep bruising, but beyond that, nothing is broken. I didn’t see anything that’s cause for concern. I’m sure your mom will be keeping a close eye, but if the bruises don’t begin to fade, or are still there after two weeks, bring him back so we can reassess, alright?”
Valencia nodded, a wave of relief washing over her. “Thank you,” she said quietly, grateful that Alaric was safe. After gently strapping Alaric into his car seat, she climbed into the passenger seat of Griffin’s car, her body aching with exhaustion. She leaned her head back, eyes half-lidded. “Do you have any news about Ty?” she asked softly.
Griffin glanced at her, his expression clouded with concern. “Nothing yet. But I promise, you’ll be the first to
