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…

in a silent gasp. “Joanna…”

“I named him,” I stated coldly. “Alone.”

Logan squeezed his eyes shut, and a single tear tracked down his stubbled cheek. “I am so sorry.”

For months, I had hallucinated those exact words. In the darkest, most terrifying hours of my pregnancy, I had fantasized about him returning, dropping to his knees in the rain, and begging continue reading …