The silence in Carson’s penthouse was suffocating.

Evan stood at the door clutching his bear, his eyes wide, innocent, yet carrying a shard of truth sharp enough to cut them both open. The woman with the fire hair. Mama said she’d come back one day.

Justina’s body went cold, her robe still clutched desperately against her chest. The words rang in her ears, echoing like a curse she thought buried forever.

Carson rose slowly to his full height, the shift in his body language terrifying. He ...