MILLIE'S POV
Leo's laughter filled the kitchen like music.
I watched him from where I stood at the counter, supposedly preparing breakfast, but really just... watching. He was sprawled on his stomach on the floor, feet kicking in the air, surrounded by his dragon drawings. His little tongue poked out in concentration as he colored a particularly fierce-looking beast.
"Mama, look!" He held up the paper. "This one breathes ice instead of fire!"
"That's amazing, baby." I smiled, my chest tight with something I could only describe as overwhelming love.
Four years old in a few months. My son. My beautiful, brilliant, impossible son.
The irony wasn't lost on me. Martha had orchestrated my pregnancy to destroy me. She'd paid a nurse to violate me, to implant a seed without my consent, all t
