ZIRA

“Zacharias! Zachar-” 

A door opened, and James walked in with Zacharias in his arms. He was smiling down at him, making stupid baby noises. How dare he hold my baby like he was a good person? Immediately, anger overcame my anxiety as I glared at him. I walked over, took Zacharias from him, and placed him back in the bassinet.  

“Zira, if I could say something,” James started, but I didn’t want to hear it.  

“No, you need to leave. I don’t want to hear anymore.” 

“Please, let me explain….” 

I reached out and grabbed his arm, which was a mistake. We both froze and gasped at the sudden...