Evelyn’s POV

Evelyn didn’t know what time it was anymore. The past weeks had blurred into a soft, quiet routine of feeding Jayden, rocking him to sleep, watching him dream with his tiny eyelashes resting on his round cheeks, and trying, desperately not to think too far into the future. Not about the DNA test, not about what could go wrong, not about the strange heaviness she had felt in Damian since the day they left Jersey City.

She tried to remain calm, tried to trust, tried to believe ...