Rowan's P.O.V.
I had never imagined this—had never even dreamed it was possible.
Standing here, in a room filled with warmth, holding a brother I hadn’t known existed, was a reality that felt like it belonged to someone else. Someone who hadn’t failed, who hadn’t turned his back when it mattered the most.
And yet, here I was.
I could feel the weight of Caelum’s tiny body against me, a softness I wasn’t sure I deserved. His delicate fingers wrapped around my finger, and it felt like the world had shifted beneath my feet. Everything that had been so broken and scattered was somehow coming back together, piece by piece.
But I didn’t know if I could fix it. If I could make up for what I’d done.
I glanced at Damian and Kiera, seeing the love in their eyes—not just for the baby but for me,
