Elin’s POV

The hotel suite’s fireplace crackled, flames dancing across Aaron’s face, but they couldn’t pierce the gloom in his eyes.

I couldn’t hold back anymore, blurting out the question about the two-year-old girl at the orphanage—was she his and Clara’s?

Aaron’s face iced over instantly, his deep eyes staring at me in confusion, voice rough like shattered glass. “Elin, you really think that? Am I that awful in your heart?”

“Really not yours?” I frowned. ...