chapter 37

Gannon I follow Abbie into our room, Tyson settled on my hip, his little hands gripping my shirt tightly. His head rests against my shoulder, and despite everything, he seems oddly content. If only she had told me I would have got him for her; she never would have had to go to Kade. It’s hard to believe this little boy, who Abbie clung to so fiercely in her heart, is finally with her again. And now, he’s with us. Our son. The word feels strange but right. Our son. Abbie flicks on the bathroom light and kneels by the tub, turning on the tap. The soft sound of running water fills the room, and steam starts to rise as she tests the temperature with her fingers. Tyson wriggles slightly in my arms, and I glance down at him. His eyes are fixated on the water, his little fingers flexing, opening and closing in an almost squeezing motion. It’s subtle, but I can see the excitement in him. “He likes water,” Abbie murmurs without looking up, her voice calm and sure. “It calms him.” I step closer,