Mira hadn't expected him to react this way, especially after everything she had put him through. The gentle way he wiped her face, his fingers light and careful, surprised her. For a moment, she could only stand there, watching him with a mix of emotions she couldn't name.
"Let's go," Zamian said quietly, his voice barely above a murmur as he moved in the direction of the building where Little Zami and her grandfather had entered.
Mira's brows knit together in confusion. "Where are you going?" she asked, curiosity evident in her tone. He paused, turning to look at her with an expression she couldn't quite read.
"To see my daughter," he replied softly, his gaze distant. "At the very least, I should be there for her celebration."
He had overheard the conversation about the cake, making it clear that today was his child's birthday.