TRISTAN

Nyra carried Claire in her arms while Jackson walked beside her.

Both of them followed us outside like they wanted to escort us all the way to the car.

Claire was still half asleep, but the moment she saw Yelena and me standing by the door, her eyes lit up again.

She raised her tiny hand and waved. “Bye, mommy! Bye, daddy!” Her voice was bright and careless like nothing in the world could hurt her.

Yelena smiled at her, but I saw the tears in her eyes immediately. They stayed ...