Jerome
I was still dealing with my family, and now, Zion had left a baby in my care. How on earth was I supposed to take care of a newborn? And how on earth was I supposed to bring him home without raising questions. I already had too much on my plate, and the last thing I wanted was to add a baby to that problem. I had taken care of him for a week now, but it had become way too difficult for me to continue.
I thought about disposing of the child at first, but then I remembered Zion's strict instructions not to harm him. Who exactly was this child? And what did Zion want him to do with it? I had no idea, but one thing I knew was that I was not keeping the baby. I had a meeting with someone in a few minutes, and I could not be seen carrying a baby around.
"Is the child yours?" Conrad's voice echoed from the shadows, causing me to freeze. He wasn't supposed to be here until the next thirty minutes, and now he had seen me trying to cradle the noisy child in my grasp to sleep.
