MALIA’S POV

I hesitated, my heart skipping a beat at the question. Did I feel at home? It was a complicated question. In so many ways, this place has become my sanctuary, a safe space for me and Ella. But there was always that undercurrent of uncertainty, of fear that everything could come crashing down if the truth ever came out.

“I do,” I said finally, my voice quiet but honest. “I feel safe here, with you. And I think Ella does too.”

Zach’s expression softened, and he reached over, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “That’s all I want, Malia. For you to feel safe, for you...