ZYRAN’S POV

I pounded on the door until my knuckles split and bled.

"Roosevelt, please!" I yelled, my throat raw. "Open the door! Let me explain!"

Silence.

No sound came from inside the apartment. No footsteps, no crying, just the heavy, suffocating silence of a woman who had completely shut me out of her heart.

I leaned my forehead against the door, my chest heaving with sobs and looked down at the floor, the wildflowers I bought for my daughter lay crushed on the carpet, ruined under my own boots.

I had ruined everything.

I took the DNA test because I was a scared, insecure fool, I wanted to see...