Chapter Nine
The call came at six-fifteen the next evening, right as Amara was pulling a tray of chicken nuggets out of the oven for Kael’s dinner.
She saw Rafael’s name pop up on the screen and set the tray down so fast she nearly dropped the whole thing.
“Hello?”
“It’s confirmed.” Rafael’s voice sounded off, thinner than usual, like the words cost him something to get out. “Ninety-nine point nine percent. He’s mine.”
Amara closed her eyes and gripped the edge of the counter. She had known — she had known since the delivery room, since the second she saw those eyes staring back at her out of her newborn son’s face — but hearing it confirmed in cold lab percentages still knocked something loose in her chest anyway.
“Okay,” she said, because nothing bigger was available to her right t
