Callan’s POV
I don’t know what came over me, I thundered up the stairs of Mackenzie’s bakery, barrelling through the open front door and following the low voices into the living room. As I stop just inside the doorframe, I find Mackenzie perched on the edge of the couch, her son in her arms as she sits ramrod straight, her entire body stiff.
The officer is standing in front of her, as she asks what happens now, and the fear and confusion in her voice tugs at something deep within me, and before I know it, I’m blurting out that her, and the kid are staying with me tonight.
She argues with me, I knew she would, she’s stubborn, independent, and it’s me offering her help. I already know how worried she must have been to come to my firm to begin with when the letters started, I have a feelin
