Cassian’s POV

Amara stood on my doorstep, a ghost in the dim light of the porch. Her hair was wild, her eyes were wide with terror, and she was clutching our son to her chest. Behind her, our son's nanny stood, her face pale with fear. My mind was filled with confusion, anger and a deep, nagging worry.. What had happened? Why was she here?

I stepped aside, a silent invitation and gestured for them to come in. The warmth and light of my home felt like a strange, unfamiliar contrast to ...