MasukELIJAH'S POV:As soon as she stood up fully, I pulled her into my arms and held her tightly.She melted into me immediately, her face pressing into my chest, her fingers gripping my shirt like she would drown if she let go."I have so many questions," she whispered against my chest. "So many things I wish I could ask them. So many things I wish I knew.""I know," I whispered back, rubbing slow, soothing circles on her back. "But Hannah, you're not alone in this. Not now. Not ever. I'm here. The kids are here. And there are other people who knew your parents who want to meet you."After a long moment of just holding each other, I pulled back slightly and looked down at her tear-stained face."I have something else to show you," I said gently.She blinked up at me, confused, still wiping tears from her reddened cheeks with the back of her hand."Another surprise?" Her voice cracked slightly, but a small, weak smile appeared on her face. "You're full of surprises today.""Yes," I said, t
ELIJAH'S POV:Her eyes had softened, taking on an almost childlike quality. Wonder mixed with heartbreaking confusion. Like a little girl discovering something precious she'd lost long ago.She turned to look at me, seeking confirmation that this was real.I nodded gently, not trusting my voice to stay steady if I spoke.Hannah took a tentative step forward, releasing my hand slowly. Then she lowered herself carefully to her knees on the grass in front of the headstones. A quiet exhale escaped her that quickly broke into a choked, painful sound."Hi," she whispered shakily to the stones. "I don't know where to start. I don't even know if you can hear me, or if this is crazy, talking to stones in the ground."Her shoulders began to tremble. She reached out and brushed her fingers over her mother's name, tracing each letter slowly and carefully, as if trying to memorize the woman she'd never known through the carved stone."I wish..." Her voice cracked completely. "I wish I missed you.
ELIJAH'S POV:Jacob and I, along with one of our old buddies from college who was now a very successful private investigator, had spent weeks digging through records, tracking down information, following every possible lead.And we'd found them. Her real parents. Their graves. And even better, we'd found family members who were still alive.When I'd first told Hannah what we'd discovered, she'd instantly burst into tears, staring at me with complete disbelief written all over her face."Don't joke around about something like this," she'd said, her voice shaking. "Please. Because I mentioned this to you once, just once, and I thought maybe it had slipped your mind."I'd cupped her face gently. "You really think something that important would slip my mind? Come on, Hannah. You should know me better than that by now."She'd thrown herself into my arms, sobbing with relief and gratitude and a thousand other emotions all mixed together.After she'd calmed down enough to think straight, she
ELIJAH'S POV: THREE WEEKS LATER:It had been more than a month since Hannah had been discharged from the hospital and returned home to us. And honestly, she'd been doing remarkably well, all things considered. Her physical wounds were healing beautifully. The burns on her legs were fading to light pink scars. Her lungs had recovered almost completely from the smoke damage. She could breathe normally again, speak without pain, and laugh without coughing.But earlier this week, she'd finally had enough of my overprotective behavior.She'd cornered me in our bedroom after the kids had gone to school, her hands on her hips and with that determined look on her face that I'd learned meant she was about to tell me something I probably needed to hear but didn't want to."Elijah, we need to talk," she'd said firmly.I'd immediately panicked, my mind jumping to worst-case scenarios. "What's wrong? Are you in pain? Did something happen? Do we need to call the doctor?""No," she'd said, holding
HANNAH'S POV:When we entered the house, the living room absolutely exploded with sound and color and joy.Balloons hung everywhere, from the staircase railing, from light fixtures, clustered in corners. Ribbons in every color imaginable were draped across furniture. The dining table was completely covered with plates and platters of food, more food than we could possibly eat.Cherry ran forward immediately and grabbed my free hand, literally bouncing with excitement."Hannah!" she squealed at a pitch that probably only dogs could fully appreciate. "Oh my God, you're still a bit pale but you look GORGEOUS! Absolutely beautiful!"Maya came next, hugging me lightly and carefully, mindful of my injuries. "I'm so happy you're home," she whispered. "So, so happy."Lucas followed, pulling me into a hug without saying a word. But he held on longer than usual, and I could feel him shaking slightly.Jacob appeared with a beautiful bouquet of flowers, handing them to me with a warm smile before
HANNAH'S POV:Amelia and Andrew came running at full speed toward the car, their little legs pumping as fast as they could go.But halfway across the lawn, Andrew suddenly slowed down. He frowned and grabbed Amelia's arm, pulling her to a more reasonable pace."Careful!" he scolded her seriously. "Remember what Daddy said! Mommy's still hurt! We have to be gentle!"Amelia pouted but immediately obeyed her brother, slowing to a walk.The two of them approached the rest of the way more cautiously, more carefully, until they were standing directly in front of me.They just stared up at me with those big, beautiful eyes. I stared down at them, trying to memorize every detail of their faces.And then Amelia whispered in the smallest, most careful voice, "Can I hug you now, Mommy?"A sound escaped my lips that was somewhere between a laugh and a sob. Joy and pain and love all mixed together."Come here, my babies," I whispered back, kneeling down slowly despite the way my ribs and legs prot







