Page 196 of When a Soul Cries

He turned.

“What?”

“Her car seat.”

Ours had been inside my car.

The same car that had been towed away.

For one second, the reality of everything I had lost came rushing back.

Then Rome walked to the rear of his SUV and opened the trunk.

He reached inside.

And pulled out a brand-new car seat.

I stared.

“Roman.”

He glanced over.

“What?”

“When did you buy that?”

“Couple days ago.”

“Why?”

His forehead creased.

“Because she needs one.”

I just looked at him.

“You bought my baby a car seat.”

“Sol.”

“What?”

“You doing that thing again.”

“What thing?”

“Making everything I do bigger than it is.”

“It is big to me.”

That stopped him.

His expression softened slightly.

I looked at the car seat, then at him.

“I didn’t even think about needing another one yet.”