Evan’s POV

He had my grey eyes, my hair texture and colour and my complexion when I was newly born. Mom took countless pictures of when Emily and I were babies and Jevan resembled me. I had no doubt in my mind, he was absolutely my son.

Jasmine had been discharged the following day after she had given birth. I took her and the baby back home.

I knew I said that when the baby came, Jasmine would have to find somewhere to stay, but Jevan was too young to be outdoors so soon and the police detectives still hadn’t found out who attacked Jasmine during the early stage of...