Caitlyn’s POV

The past few days had been a haze of slow recovery and unspoken words. Raymond was still healing, though his stubbornness made him a difficult patient. More than once, I had caught him trying to move around the house when he should have been resting. His pride wouldn’t allow him to admit weakness, even when his body screamed for respite. I had to scold him—sometimes gently, sometimes with more force—but it never fully stopped him.

Kane and Jane had settled into our lives in a way that felt both unexpected and inevitable. Their presence filled the space between us with laughter and warmth. Jane’s boundless energy and innocent...