Sienna’s POV

The ground feels unstable beneath me, as though the very fabric of reality has shifted. Jonah kneels before my little girl—our child—his face drenched in tears, as if he’s stumbled upon a treasure he believed had vanished forever.

"My sweet baby girl," he murmurs, four soft words that crash through every defense I've spent years constructing.

No. Not now. Not this way.

My fingers tremble as I watch Lyra wrap her tiny ...