Zephyr POV
Three months after we repainted the yellow room, life felt almost normal. I got a remote job and Zane quite his own job to work remotely so we were both at home. We had s*x so much, I lost count as we couldn't keep our hands off each other.
The grief over Mira had dulled to something manageable and we didn't talk about adoption anymore. The issue of having kids never came up, we just focused on each other and for a while, that was enough until I started feeling it again.
A week ago, as I was walking home from the grocery store, I felt someone behind me and when I turned around, no one was there. Two days later, I woke up in the middle of the night because I felt like someone had been in the apartment. When I went to checked the locks, they looked fine and untampered with so
