“We can’t stay in the same room, Ares. Take it back.”

“I can’t do that. Look at him.” Ares tipped his head toward Jackson, who was still bouncing off the walls with pure joy, chanting that his mommy would be sleeping in his daddy’s room. “He’s happy. And I’m not gonna be the one to crush that for him.”

Winona followed Ares’s gaze. Jackson’s laughter echoed through the hallway, his face lit up like a Christmas tree. Her chest tightened. As much as she hated to admit ...