Logan

Morning dawned, crisp and clear in the pristine hospital, chasing away the last lingering shadows of the night before. The battle and the birth of our child felt… surreal.

I rose from the chair, careful not to disturb my beautiful Lycia, still sleeping peacefully. After what she had been through—the kidnapping and then the birth of our child—she needed rest. The nursing staff would bring the baby in soon to feed, and I didn’t want to wake her before ...