Amy
Amy slammed the door behind her, her hands shaking, her chest heaving. Baby Zayn’s cries still echoed in her ears, the image of him covered in the small cuts and bruises haunting her. She had left him in Kael’s arms for just a minute to grab the blanket, and somehow, that brief moment had turned into a nightmare.
Kael stood by the crib, his face a mix of worry and frustration. “Amy, I can’t believe you weren’t watching—”
“Don’t you dare!” Amy cut him off, her voice sharp, rising. “Don’t you dare call me careless. I was right there! It’s not like I abandoned him for hours. One minute, Kael! ONE MINUTE!”
Kael’s eyes flared. “One minute is all it takes! You were looking at those reports, checking emails, thinking about the empire while Zayn—”
Amy’s hands clenched into fists. “So now
