ROOSEVELT’S POV
Lorna blinked, she looked at me, then at Zyran kneeling.
She tilted her head, her dark eyebrows furrowing in a frown.
"Mommy, I'm confused," Lorna said quietly. "What do you mean by Mr. Zyran is my daddy?"
Zyran held his breath. His hands shook so badly that he pressed them flat against his thighs. He looked at me, terrified that he might scare her.
I reached out and gently brushed a curl behind Lorna’s ear.
"You know how your friends at school have daddies who pick them up?" I asked softly.
"Yes," Lorna nodded. "Like Sofia's daddy, he brings her juice."
"Exactly," I smiled, my voice shaking with emotion. "Well, a long time ago, before you were born, Mr. Zyran and I were married. We loved each other very much. And he is the one who gave you those beautiful dark eyes
