Forty two

Zeke's POV

As I sat in the car, a flood of memories washed over me, pulling me back to the conversations I'd had with my grandfather.

He had been adamant about me marrying Kamille, but why? Was it because he foresaw the dangers that now threatened her and her family? Did he know what was coming or was he only making me marry his friend's daughter?

Questions swirled in my mind, did Kamille's grandmother know about the danger that lurked in the shadows, waiting to strike? Was that why she had urged us to marry? I felt lost in between worlds.

If that was the case, then I had failed everyone, most importantly Kamille.

Closing my eyes, I tried to push aside the feelings of guilt and regret that threatened to overwhelm me. Memories flooded my mind, pulling me back to the times when I had wanted to take Kamille to the hospital to check her fertility status.

It had been a persistent concern, fueled by the revelation from her family that she had suffered a devastating accident at the age of