ROOSEVELT’S POV

The morning sun streamed through the windows of the master bedroom, warming my skin.

I sat at the edge of the bed, holding a small white box in my hands. I carefully lifted the lid and gazed at the little knitted baby socks inside. A smile spread across my face.

For the first time in weeks, I felt peace in my heart.

Zyran had promised me. He looked me in the eyes on that bridge and said he was sending Mina away forever.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.

My heart soared, I quickly placed the lid back on the box and...