Epilogue 2: NINA
Two Weeks Later
The nursery was quiet, except for the soft creak of the rocking chair and the faint, rhythmic breaths of the baby sleeping in my arms.
My son.
Our son.
He was bundled in a gray blanket, his little fists curled tight near his face, his mouth puckered in that serious expression he wore even while sleeping—just like his father.
I brushed my thumb over his cheek, still marveling at the fact that he was real. That I was still here. I almost thought that this was all a dream and that I'd wake up to find myself back in that rundown apartment, alone once again.
His name was Ezra. Kane picked it. Said it meant “helper,” but when I’d looked it up and found out it also meant “protector,” I knew. Knew it was perfect.
Because Ezra was both of us. The fire and t
