Zephyr POV

The third visit with Mira was perfect. She sat on my lap while Zane read to her. Her small hand gripped my shirt and she smelled like baby shampoo and cookies.

"Again," she said when the story ended. Zane read it again and again and again but we didn't mind.

The adoption lady watched from the doorway, smiling. "She's never been this comfortable with potential parents before."

I felt something warm and fuzzy inside me.

"Don't go," she said, reaching for us when it was time to leave.

"We'll be back soon," I promised. "And then you'll come home with us forever."

"Forever?"

"Forever."

She hugged us both,...