Zaire**
I walked toward my car with my hands tucked into my pockets, the morning sun warming my back.
For a moment, I just stood there.
The street was quiet. Peaceful.
And my mind drifted back to the look on Kyra’s face before I left.
Relaxed.
Finally.
It was probably the first time I’d seen her genuinely calm in weeks.
I wasn’t worried about her exactly. Kyra was stronger than she gave herself credit for. But that didn’t stop me from carrying the weight anyway. The protective instinct was there whether I wanted it or not.
I climbed into my car and started the engine.
As I pulled away from the curb, my thoughts wandered.
The insemination mix-up.
Savannah.
The court mess.
Everything we’d been dragged through.
None of it should have happened.
Yet somehow, in the middle of all
