Zayn's POV
How could his eyes be blue? Joanna's were unmistakably green, like sunlight filtering through forest leaves. The thought sent a jolt through me, as if I'd touched a live wire. Could these children have different fathers? Or was this some genetic anomaly, a fluke of nature that defied explanation?
The realization hit me like a physical blow, leaving me reeling. A thousand possibilities raced through my mind, each more perplexing than the last. But I forced my expression into a mask of neutrality, letting my gaze slide past Orion's face as if I'd noticed nothing amiss. I couldn't let on that this small detail had upended everything I thought I knew.
"Is Orion doing better?" I asked, my voice surprisingly steady despite the turmoil inside.
