The boy was unknown to Nathan, and yet his face felt strangely familiar, his eyes were identical to the baby’s in the storm, though he now looked nearly seven years old.

The woman looked up and provided a soft smile, though a quiet fear flickered beneath it

“He came to us on his own. We call him… our miracle.”

Nathan’s shoulders eased, but something unsettled stirred inside.

It wasn’t only relief—it was a mystery, holding an astonishing revelation.