MILLIE'S POV
The afternoon sun streamed through the living room windows, casting golden light across the couch where Braham and I sat tangled together. His hand traced lazy patterns on my thigh while mine rested against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
Leo was upstairs, supposedly napping, but I could hear the faint sounds of him playing with his toys instead.
"We should check on him," I murmured, but made no move to get up.
"He's fine," Braham said, his voice low and rough as his hand moved higher on my thigh. "We have a few minutes."
His lips found my neck, and I tilted my head back with a soft sigh. God, I needed this. Needed the distraction. Needed to feel something other than the constant anxiety that had been churning in my stomach since Martha's sentencin
