Alexander’s POV

A tidal wave of realization crashed over me, each new thought more dizzying than the last. Could Olivia really have a daughter who looked so much like me? Why? My mind scrambled, sifting through memories, trying to recall if I’d ever seen her daughter up close.

I vaguely remembered catching fleeting glimpses of the girl a few times, but I’d never paid much attention. To me, she was a symbol of Olivia moving on—proof of her life with another man, Ethan, and their child ...