Chapter 339

• Zayla Steele closed her eyes again. Her mind drifted, muddled by fog, and time blurred at the edges. She kept feeling like she was still in that forgettable little town, in a tiny rental that was hers alone. The bed had been small but warm. The meals weren’t fancy, but they filled her up—enough to keep the baby from going hungry.
• She set her hand on her belly, the way she always used to, then jolted awake, pupils dark as ink.
• Her child had been torn from her long ago, and the “little house” he’d lived in had been taken with him.