BEN POV

I stared at her in disbelief.

This had to be some kind of joke, right?

We looked nothing alike.

I walked past her, bumping into her as I headed to the parking lot where I had parked Clay’s car.

She was running after me like she hadn’t abandoned me 30 years ago.

“Ben, listen to me, honey.”

“Hey, slow down!”

Once she caught up with me, she grabbed my arm, and I spun around, facing her.

“What do you want?”

She let go of my arm.

“Is this how the ...