Lyra’s POV

“I have permanently restricted Isla from visiting our son,” Rylan whispered into my ear as his breath was hot on my skin. “Evan belongs to you. He belongs to us. Everything is falling back into place.”

I lowered my gaze as my eyes filled with tears. Memories of how hard I tried to make Evan understand that I was his mother surfaced. Isla made me look like an evil woman trying to manipulate the child's thoughts, and most times, I would cry myself to sleep.

“Thank you ...