Zerah
The housekeeper ushered us forward. I took Micah’s hand in mine and held Ryan’s free hand, guiding them down the hall toward a pair of ornate double doors. The walls were lined with framed landscapes and polished sconces that glowed softly in the morning light. Every step echoed on the marble floor.
Micah looked up at me. “Are we really staying here?”
I smiled. “Yes. We are.”
Ryan squeezed my hand. “You’re the best, Mama.”
I glanced over my shoulder to see Ryker standing where the foyer opened into the hall. He watched us, arms crossed, expression unreadable.
The housekeeper paused at the doors. “This will be your suite, Ms. Zerah.”
I opened one of the doors to reveal a spacious room decorated in pale blues and creams. Two twin beds stood side by side with a nightstand in betw
