Alexander’s POV

After picking Mia up from daycare, I kept my promise and took her to a cozy diner nearby. We settled into a booth, and I watched her devour her meal with enthusiasm, her chatter filling the air.

She was a bundle of energy, talking endlessly about her life, her mother, and the little details that made her world so vibrant. Her curiosity was boundless, and she peppered me with questions between bites of her burger and sips of her hot chocolate.

“Do you know my mommy?” ...