A face.
A name.
A family.
Someone had lied to both of us.
Someone had deliberately kept us apart.
But why?
Alexander suddenly reached for my wrist.
I flinched.
He immediately let go.
“I’m sorry.”
His eyes fell to the hospital-style medical bracelet I was still wearing from my recent appointment.
Then his gaze moved to my face.
“You have children.”
I nodded.
“Two.”
“Brandon and Lily?”
My blood ran cold.
I had never told him their names.
“How do you know my son’s name?”
Alexander went completely still.
Then he looked away.
“I’ve seen him.”
My heart stopped.
“What?”
He didn’t answer.
“Alexander, how do you know my son?”
He slowly looked back at me.
“Because someone has been sending me photographs of your family for the last six months.”
My stomach dropped.
“What photographs?”
He reached toward a drawer beside his wheelchair.
I watched him pull out a thin black folder.
