#Chapter 153 - A New Family

Logan The car hums steadily beneath me, tires rolling over asphalt that glows silver in the moonlight. The world outside is blurred, trees flashing past like ghosts, but inside, everything is contained, warm, fragile. Peter sleeps in Emily’s lap, his tiny chest rising and falling with the soft rhythm of innocence. Every so often, his fingers curl around hers, a faint, grasping touch, and I feel my chest tighten, a raw, unfamiliar ache that makes me want to hold them both close and never let go. Emily leans back against the seat, eyes half-lidded, hair damp and plastered to her forehead. She looks exhausted but awake. Alert. Alive. That alone is enough to make me swallow hard against the lump in my throat. I glance down at Peter, the tiny, perfect bundle in her arms, and I can’t help the way my lips twitch into a smile I didn’t know I had in me. I want to ask questions — hundreds of them. Why she ran, why she disappeared, why she kept me in the dark but I know now isn’t the time