Ashton left with the children shortly after that, and it wasn’t until Elias walked back into the room that I suddenly found it hard to speak.
I hadn’t cried since the incident, mostly because I didn’t think there was anything to cry about, but after seeing that boy, after holding him in my hands, the tears choked me until I found it hard to breathe.
I opened my mouth to speak, but all that came out was a sob, and Elias’ name in a voice so broken, I chaffed.
“Oh, baby,” he whispered, crossing the length of the room to me.
The moment he touched me, the tears began to pour.
“I’m so sorry,” I mumbled. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”
“Shut up,” he cut me off, pulling me into his lap as he sat in the chair. “This was a long time coming. You ran into a f*****g fire, Isadora. You’ve been run
