Chapter Twenty-Four: Dinner with a Twist
Savannah’s POV
I stood in the nursery, swaying slightly as I cradled Elara against me. Her soft auburn curls brushed my cheek as she dozed off in my arms, her little lips parted in a peaceful sigh. Alexander had already fallen asleep in his crib, his tiny hand clutching his favourite blanket. These two had no idea how much they’d wormed their way into my heart in just two days.
And tomorrow, I was leaving them. The thought alone was enough to make my chest ache. What kind of person gets attached this quickly? I felt like one of those overly emotional contestants on a reality show, crying about leaving the villa after knowing someone for three days. Except this wasn’t Love Island. At least that was what the name was —this was real life. And thes
