Jonah’s POV

"Granddaughter?" The single word shatters everything around me as if the world itself has stopped turning.

The argument, the biting words, and the suffocating anger that filled the air only moments ago dissolve into irrelevance. My entire focus sharpens like a needle’s point on the small girl standing just beside Sienna.

Her hair is dark, just like mine. Her eyes—those deep, familiar eyes—are mirrors of my own, reflecting back at me ...