Kayla
I hesitated, unsure of what to say, what to think, or even what to feel.
The baby—Nicholas’s son, or at least the child everyone believed was his—lay cradled in Anna’s arms, his tiny face scrunched up in blissful sleep. He was so small, so fragile, his little chest rising and falling like a hummingbird’s wings.
I had never held a baby before. Not once. In fact, the very thought of it sent a jolt of panic through me.
What if I dropped him? What if I held him wrong? What if he started crying, and I couldn’t soothe him? What if—
“Kayla?” Anna’s voice broke through my spiraling thoughts, c*****g her head to the side. She shifted the baby slightly toward me. “Are you alright?”
My gaze flicked to Nicholas, who was standing at the other end of the room, engaged in a
