Brandon was utterly stunned.

It took him a moment—a long one—to grasp the simple, soul-shaking truth: Francesca was his daughter.

His and Yvonne’s daughter.

He stood there, dazed, as if his mind refused to catch up with the world spinning around him. His eyes welled with tears as he looked at Francesca, really looked at her. The more he stared, the more her features—her eyes, her expressions, the shape of her face—mirrored Yvonne, the woman he ...