Chapter 89

Ma finally eased back, her hands cupping Sloane’s face like she’d been hers all along. She studied her for a moment, sharp eyes softening just a fraction, then smiled.

“Welcome home,” she said simply.

I swear I felt Sloane’s breath catch against the morning air. My chest pulled tight all over again, because if anyone could break through her walls, it would be Ma with three words and a hug.

Then, j