ROOSEVELT’S POV

"If we are a real family now, does that mean I can have a baby brother?"

The wind blew across the balcony, for a moment, nobody spoke.

Zyran choked on his breath. He began coughing, his face turning red.

I burst out laughing. I covered my mouth, my shoulders shaking with laughter.

"A baby brother?" Zyran finally asked, catching his breath. He looked at Lorna with wide eyes. "Where did you hear about baby brothers, little one?"

"Sofia at school has a baby brother," Lorna explained seriously. "He is very small, he sleeps all day. I want one so I can teach him how to paint."

Zyran looked...