“Do not let her leave.”

for him to be a father.

Then, Rowan walked in.

She breezed out of the kitchen, her purse slung over her shoulder, patting her pockets frantically. “Sawyer, honey, did you grab my keys?”

She stepped into the dining room and froze. Her eyes darted from her canvas tote, to the open binder, to the Macbook, and finally, to my face. For a fraction of a second,continue reading …