The genetic counselor everyone believed had died four years ago. But the photo was dated three weeks earlier. Julian was alive.
“You humiliated me on that plane because you thought I had nothing. Now you know what you lost too.”
As the car pulled away, Harrison stood alone at the curb, watching the sons he had never known disappear.
For the first time in years, Chloe didn’t feel small. But she did feel afraid. Because Harrison Sterling had just learned he was a father—and men like Harrison did not accept being shut out.
At home in Lincoln Park, the boys were quiet. Their warm brick townhouse, messy with drawings, socks, toys, and breakfast smells, was nothing like Harrison’s penthouse. But it was theirs.
Lucas finally burst out, “Is that man really our dad?”
“Yes,” Chloe said.
