Michael’s POV
Michael sat in his car half a block down from the photography studio, his engine off, hands resting on the steering wheel like he was trying to stay calm trying to wait. The street had emptied out, the last pedestrian disappearing around the corner. He checked his watch. Midday.
His jaw clenched.
He had seen them drop her off. Nadyia with that damn baby in her arms, her smile easy, her posture relaxed. Liam and Noah stood outside just long enough to make it clear: they were watching her. Guarding her. Like she was something that needed protection.
From him.
He scoffed bitterly and tapped his thumb against the steering wheel.
“She doesn’t get to shut me out,” he muttered under his breath. “She doesn’t get to pretend this life is real. That I don’t exist.” She hadn’t res
