Zara felt a gentle tug at her hand, small fingers fidgeting with hers, a light, ticklish touch brushing along her arm. Slowly, awareness seeped back in. A soft, familiar voice reached her ears.
"Mommy."
Her lashes fluttered open, and she saw Zane sitting beside her, his hand resting over hers.
His face brightened instantly. "You are awake," he exclaimed, grinning. "Daddy—"
Zara curled her fingers around his. "Who brought you here?" she asked softly. "Daddy?"
He nodded eagerly. "Yes. Daddy brought me. I'm sorry. He told me not to disturb you. But I really wanted to talk to you, so I woke you up. You are not angry with me, right?"
She shook her head, a faint smile touching her lips. Looking at him, her heart melted. No matter how hurt or disappointed she felt toward Nathaniel, Zane was her child. She could never be upset with him, never walk away from him.
"No, I'm not angry at all," she said gently. "I'm happy."
