SIENNA POV

“The mother of your child?” Nigel’s voice cracked like a man whose lungs had given up before the rest of his body caught on. His eyes darted between Luther and me, trying to make sense of a reality he never thought he’d have to face. His hands hovered near his sides, shaking, like his body was preparing for a hit his brain was still denying.

Luther released his shirt slowly, fingers unclenching with deliberate control—like letting go was a choice he wasn’t fully ...