Orion's POV
The second I opened that door and saw him—Xavier—sitting there cross-legged on my bed, playing quietly with a set of wooden toys, my heart stopped.
My son.
Alive.
Unharmed.
Right here, in my home.
A jolt of panic shot through my chest so violently, I almost stumbled back. My mother stood beside me, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. She looked pale, eyes wide with fear, mouth pressed into a thin line.
I turned to her, and with a voice barely above a whisper, I called her in shock.
"Mum?"
She looked at me with tears already forming. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" I hissed, my voice was rising now and I couldn't fathom the emotions that were gnarling at my insides.
I clenched my fists as the weight of what she'd done drenched me like rain.
"Mum, what is this? Do you ev
