Aria’s POV

The moment I saw him carrying our son back into the room, my knees almost gave out. For weeks my heart had been split open, one half beating for my daughter, the other half bleeding for the boy stolen from me. And now, just like that, Kael placed him into my arms, and the world snapped back into place.

I held both of them, my son pressed against my chest, my daughter nestled against my side. They were tiny, warm, soft, their breaths uneven but real. My tears fell fast and shameless. I kissed his forehead again and again, as if afraid he would vanish if I looked...