Chapter 277: New Mother

Irana Irana was obsessed, she decided, as she stood over the crib and watched the sleeping infant. Yes, it was hard, and he had only been with her for about a week, but she was obsessed, and she was in love. She was so much in love that she could hardly stop herself from reaching out to him as she stood over the sleeping baby. The soft sounds of his breath were barely audible in the quiet of the clinic. His tiny form was tucked under a worn blanket that Avantica had provided, and his chest rose and fell with the steady rhythm of sleep. She had spent the last few nights caring for him, trying to find some semblance of routine in the chaos that had erupted since she’d found him. But every night felt like a battle—he was fussy, inconsolable at times, and she was running on little more than sheer will. “He’s still young,” Avantica had told her, trying to offer comfort. “Babies are always difficult in the beginning.” Irana had nodded, though she wasn’t entirely convinced. Kane—as she had