Diego's POV

I had expected to feel something when I saw him.

I just didn’t expect the feeling to be so intense.

He was my son. I knew I would have known it in my soul, whether he looked like me or not. Of course, the fact that he did look like me helped a lot.

His hair, a shade lighter than mine, flopped over his forehead as he scampered around the garden. His fingers were dark with dirt, as were his mother’s, but both of them were laughing.

She wore shorts that showed an expanse of smooth ...