hat made Seraphina's stomach churn. She sat on the edge of the leather sofa, her arms wrapped aro

walked in, his face set in hard lines,

face into Fiona's hair, breathing in the scent

is arms crossed over his chest, looking down at

chair closer, his eyes softening as he looked

son?" Theodore aske

tcher. This is my brother

five, you threw a tantrum because the nanny cut your sandwiches into squares instead

out from behind her mother's arm, her big eyes-eyes that were a striking, vivid shad

. She immediately pulled Fiona tighter

and pulled out a small, silver music box. He wound it gently, a soft lulla

nstinct to refuse warring with the knowledge that she co

her face lighting up

onovan could hear. "Look at them, Donovan. Put a photo of you at five next to Pax. Nobody would doubt it. And you know Gwend

ane thought that had been spinning in his head since he saw the birthmark. He cle

r. "Mr. Vance, if this is about the raffle prize, we do

p. "This isn't about the prize." He locked eyes wit

st nightmare was unfolding. They knew. They som

est, shaking his entire frame. His face went from pale to gray in seconds. A priva

r in an instant, his cold facade cr

embled. "Is th

e wiped his mouth and looked at the kids, his eyes unnervingly kind desp

phina like a phys

ather, then at the kids, the piec

ning. "Donovan. Have Alex take the children to the

out of his sight. But the look in his father's

e gave her a tiny, reassuring nod, and as he passed the sofa, his hand

r click

room, facing the man in the whee

is voice raspy but firm. "I don't have much time left.

ger and fear deflated, replaced b

die knowing my family is whole. I want to know the truth." He paused, letting the wei