Another message came with a photo.
Marissa stood outside a private clinic with Emma’s father.
Beside them was Daniel Reyes.
The genetic counselor everyone believed had died four years ago.
But the photo was dated three weeks earlier.
Daniel was alive.
Emma looked up at Blake.
“Daniel isn’t dead,” she whispered. “And my father knows where he is.”
Across the park, her boys laughed innocently.
But the past had opened beneath her feet.
And this time, it was no simple misunderstanding.
