Amara’s POV

Lunch was warm in a way that unsettled me. I had prepared a light meal as the doctor suggested, simple dishes that wouldn’t upset Grandma’s stomach, and yet the dining table felt alive with more than just food. Eli was bouncing in his seat, chattering between mouthfuls, Grandma laughed softly at his antics, and Cassian… Cassian looked like he belonged.

That was the part I hated. He passed Eli his glass of water without being asked, leaned forward to adjust Grandma’s ...