CHAPTER 393

Emily’s POV

Breastfeeding Jared was one of the few moments I had to myself, where the world seemed to slow down, and it was just the two of us.

I tried to keep my thoughts focused on him, on the warmth of his tiny body against mine, and the way his little fingers grasped mine. I knew he could sense my emotions, and the last thing I wanted was to pass on the anxiety boiling inside me.

But it was hard—impossible, really—not to think about Phoebe. She had been through hell, and the fact that she was finally out on bail didn’t ease the mounting worry that clawed at me. I’d sent her the prize money from the design competition, not caring that it was all I had saved up. Phoebe needed it more than I did. Besides, I had plenty of projects lined up for when I got back from maternity leave. Money was the last thing on my mind.

Jared’s sucking slowed, his eyes drooping as sleep began to claim him. I gently shifted him to my shoulder, rubbing his back until a soft burp escaped him. Then, with al