STEVE POV
I stood by the entrance, my hands shoved deep into my pockets, watching the two people who had somehow become the center of my world. Luna was chattering away, her small hand swallowed by Freya’s as they walked into the house together. Before they disappeared around the corner, Freya paused. She looked back at me, her eyes still a little red but glowing with a warmth I hadn't seen before. I gave her a sharp, brief smile—a silent command for her to go and be with her daughter.
Once they were gone, I looked down at my shoulder. There was a damp patch on my shirt where her face had been buried. I’ve always hated it when she cries. To me, tears usually mean weakness or pain, and I’ve spent my life eliminating both. But as I stared at the spot, a strange thought crossed my mind.
If
