Marcus couldn't shake the feeling that there was something off about this woman. He was certain he didn't know her, yet she was insisting he was Dorothy's father.

Clearly, this woman had him mixed up with someone else.

Meanwhile, Olivia had returned to the hotel room with Dorothy, her thoughts a jumbled mess.

Dorothy looked up at her, curiosity written all over her little face. "Mommy, how did your talk with the lame dad go?"

Olivia frowned ...