Chapter 370

The sky was a pale blue the next morning when Celeste Harper woke up to find the bed beside her already empty. She had no idea when Ethan Shaw had left, but the glass of water on the nightstand was still warm—it couldn’t have been long ago. She pulled the curtains open. Just outside, the sky was starting to lighten with the first hints of dawn. The soft glow lit up the cradle, where little Leanne was sucking on her fingers. Celeste turned, gently pulling her daughter’s hand away and said with a mock sternness, "Leanne, no eating your fingers." Though only five months old, Leanne already recognized a few words, and as soon as she heard "hand," she started enthusiastically waving hers around, clearly showing off that she knew what hands were. Celeste let out a sigh, shook her head helplessly, and went to prepare a bottle. After feeding her the warm milk, the little girl let out a cute burp and immediately looked drowsy again. "You’re seriously like a pig—eat, sleep, repeat. If I’d known