Cassian’s POV.

The next day, I stood in the shadows of the old stone house, my heart a frantic drumbeat in my chest. I watched as Amara and her grandmother walked out of the car. I watched as she took her son's hand and I watched as he ran to his grandmother smiling happily . I had to go to them. I had to apologize. I had to make her understand. But I couldn't. Not now. Not when she was still so hurt.

I got out of the car and walked to the front door. I rang the doorbell, a soft, tentative ...