ROOSEVELT’S POV
Lorna blinked, she looked at me, then at Zyran kneeling.
She tilted her head, her dark eyebrows furrowing in a frown.
"Mommy, I'm confused," Lorna said quietly. "What do you mean by Mr. Zyran is my daddy?"
Zyran held his breath. His hands shook so badly that he pressed them flat against...