** Paige’s POV **

My chest tightens as I look at Ryder. This man once meant everything to me. Now he is a stranger with a familiar face.

I want to hate him. I should hate him. But for some reason, I can’t.

Not when he looks at me with those eyes, so warm and kind, just like my son’s.

I wipe the tears from my face with a shaky breath.

“Start talking,” I demand.

“I’m trying. I just… I don’t know where to even start,” Ryder sighs.

He moves, sitting on the floor in front ...