Sera’s POV
The drive home from the airport felt like floating through someone else’s dream.
Aria sat in her booster seat in the back, legs swinging, chattering nonstop about the clouds she’d seen from the plane window, about how the flight attendant gave her extra cookies, about how she’d drawn a picture of all three of us holding hands under a rainbow.
Every few sentences she’d glance at Cassian in the driver’s seat, then at me, then back again—like she was making sure we were both still real.
“He’s really my daddy?” she asked for the third time, voice small and wondrous.
I reached back, squeezed her tiny hand. “Yes, baby. He really is.”
Cassian’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel. He kept looking at her in the rearview mirror, eyes soft and red-rimmed, like he was afraid if
