After delivering a baby for a lonely mother, the doctor looked at the newborn’s face and dropped his instruments in shock. He stared into the baby’s distinct amber eyes and whispered, “where is the woman who brought you here?” The mother pointed to her bag, revealing an old photograph that solved a twenty-year-old mystery…

months.”

“And you don’t get to make parenting decisions for him.”

“Never.”

“And you do not call Logan.”

“Not unless you explicitly ask me to.”

I took a deep, shuddering breath, the smell of incoming snow hitting my lungs. “Okay.”

That was how Noah and I ended up in Apartment 2B on Maple Street. It was warm, it locked from the inside, and it was the first continue reading …