Chapter 113

• Holding my baby in my arms was surreal. In a moment, everything changed. Yet, here I was, holding my newborn son who had been swaddled in fire silk—a type of material that self warms.
• “What will you name him?” Ciera asked, as she adjusted the pillows around me.
• Name? Darren said he didn’t care what I named him, and yet … I couldn’t. Not without Darren. This was something we were supposed to do together. I stared down at my sleeping baby. Finally, he was in my arms, but I couldn’t be happy. My family was not complete. I didn’t know where Darren was. What if he was hurt? What if he needed me? No, I couldn’t name him.