JADEN POV
Since Dalma left, thoughts of her drifted back more often than I wanted to admit. I remembered the way she looked, waking up nestled in my arms.
Her favourite colour was green, she'd once told me. Somehow, I just knew she would look incredible in it.
She always dressed so modestly, in simple, graceful outfits. I’d always admired women who embraced elegance without fanfare.
But I caught myself thinking about her in ways that lingered, about how that robe clung to her slender frame. I tried to push away any thoughts of her son, but something in me knew I couldn’t ignore it forever.
Grabbing my phone, I dialled the one person who could get me the truth. “I need to know everything about that boy,” I instructed the private investigator. “You have just a few days to find me answe
