Elara's POV
He left at half past ten.
I stood in the living room for a moment after the door closed.
The place felt too quiet. And somewhere in my chest, something felt hollow.
Then I went to check on Mia.
She was asleep on her back with her arms flung wide, the silver wolf wedged under her chin, her mouth slightly open.
I stood in the doorway for a while, watching her breathe, thinking about everything Landon had said—and everything he didn't have to.
A biological sibling. Our best shot.
By the time I got back to the kitchen, I'd already made up my mind. I sat down at the counter, lights low, hands wrapped around a glass of water I wasn't even drinking.
I was going to have another child.
Not as a medical procedure. Not as a transaction. Not because I'd run the numbers and decide
