~SCARLETT.

I remained frozen, unable to speak nor think.

The tiny boy stood on the sidewalk, glaring at me as if I were the odd one. And maybe I was. I just sat there, hands stiff on the wheel, heart pounding in my chest as though it were trying to escape.

He was mine.

I didn't need a DNA test. One look, and I knew.

I blinked, my throat dry, struggling to find words. "I-I'm not weird," I croaked. "I was just... admiring your cool mailbox."

Really? Mailbox?

He squinted his eyes like he could ...