e hall from Jason's, and she stayed busy with the redesign project. Work became her escape. Every blueprint,

ting, sometimes working late into the night. He studied her work with sharp eyes, asking questions that cu

s searching for something. His expression would quickly shift back to cold and unreadable. But for a second,

measurements and space planning. Never anything personal. She never smil

he architect. Not Isabella Reed, th

never stay q

e complicated designs. Bella was focused, leaning over

ld's

full of happine

small, exc

om

heart

loring book and a bunch of crayons in her tiny hands. A security guard stood beh

owly, confused by

nded on the

stoppe

lue eyes, her curly hair, the way she stood so confide

ged. Confusion turned into someth

. Then back at Bella.

nd rough. "Who... w

shook slightly. She tried to keep calm,

e's my daugh

't. Her secret was out. And the look in

f remembering, at the curve of her body from five years a

made se

t his sides. His eyes were filled with

in the roo