Chapter 44. Cards on the Table

Zera’s POV

A week or two weeks ago, the thought of Aaron disappearing from our lives would have given me so much joy that I would have thrown a party, but now, knowing what I know, I feel like a horrible person for everything. I am a horrible person.

I cheated him. I cheated him of the years he could have gotten to know his son. I knew he would have given anything to be a part of Zion’s life.

“I can’t,” I said with a small voice. It was the truth; I couldn’t bring myself to leave. My legs felt stuck.

He sighed and said nothing else.

I wanted to ask many questions, but I couldn’t ask why he didn’t tell me of his condition because we weren’t even friends to begin with. Last I checked, I hated him. The only thing that joined us was our son, which wasn’t enough reason for him to open up to me. Besides, there was nothing I would or could have done to help.

“I want to be alone,” he said. “Please leave.”

“I can’t,” I said again. At this poin