t go back to t

efore her marriage. It was a place Kayden never knew e

ungewear. Pouring herself a glass of red wine, she stood befo

moil. The anger and sadness belonged to the Felicity of the past

ated softly. A new email

d a beat. She took a de

ingle attachment: a pas

ion of her and Leo's bi

report from one of the most

lex data, going straight to th

on the analysis, the alleged father, Kayden Miller, is

ite proof sent a wave of profound relief through her. Ed

iage had been a fraud. A

rypted it, and then perma

door creaked open and a s

kpack on, clearly having been dropped off here

anor, turning to her son with a warm

nt. "Mom, why are we here? Are we not going back t

voice was serious but gentle. "Leo, Mom is going to d

that man who was always scowling, who looked at h

cided to tell him part of the truth. "Leo, there's something I

apart. Kayden was never particularly smart, while Leo had always been quick-witted and exceptional

odding with the gravity of a tiny ad

roked his hair. "That's not yo

ather?" Leo asked the

she desperately needed, too. In her past

swered honestly, her eyes meeting his.

rmined expression and nodded fi

his sleeping face. Her resolve hardened into steel. For Leo's sake, she had t

locked in his room, Leo emerge

ite with the title "LOVELESS"-the name of the haute couture brand

esign sketches, each one brimmin

ial media accounts," Leo said, looking for praise. "It's time for '

doned, and her eyes grew moist. She stroke