Camila’s POV
A soft rapping at my door pulled me from the pages of the novel that had been my afternoon's escape. Reading had been all I could do to take my mind of the things that had been happening, or even the event from yesterday when Zion and I went to our son’s school.
We had been able to speak to the parents of the boy that called Zion Jr. a bastard. But, there was something that had happened before Zion showed up.
The mother had looked me square in the eyes and asked me if I s sure my son was not a bastard and if I would be willing to do a DNA test. I had just dropped my mouth open and stared at her for what seemed like forever.
It wasn’t until Zion showed up that she started to treat me with respect. I guessed she realized who he was and didn’t want to cross him.
Sighing, I
