Kieran was worried.

He looked at his wife as she sat beside Daisy, who was busy talking her ear off. Genesis was smiling—she looked happy, even free—but Kieran knew better. It wasn’t real.

He glanced down at her plate. She’d barely touched her food—just two slices of toast and a cup of juice. One crust was nibbled off, and the juice had only been sipped.

His stomach twisted.

He wasn’t usually around for breakfast, and seeing this up close made something in him ache.

“Genesis,” he said gently.

She turned to him right away. That quick response should’ve meant something good—but it didn’t feel like it.

“Eat more,” he said...