ROOSEVELT’S POV

After I got to my office, I realized the stupid decision I just made. Why would I tell a father to sign his rights away for his own child, it doesn't just make any sense so I decided to go back to meet him.

I took a slow, deep breath and entered without knocking.

"Zyran. No don't sign them," I said softly.

Zyran froze. He looked up at me, panic flashing in his eyes. "Roosevelt, please. I want to sign them. I want you to feel safe."

"A piece of paper didn't keep me safe five years ago, Zyran," I told him. My voice was calm and steady....