Gasps rippled through the crowd.

Ethan’s glass slipped slightly in his hand. His smile faltered.

The boy had his eyes.

Confrontation

Ethan made his way through the crowd, heart pounding.

“Claire,” he said, forcing a smile. “Didn’t think you’d actually come.”

She returned the smile calmly. “I wouldn’t miss it. Congratulations, Ethan.”

He glanced at the child tugging at her hand. “And… who’s this?”

Claire knelt beside the boy. “Sweetheart, can you introduce yourself?”

The boy’s hazel eyes sparkled. “Hi. I’m Oliver.”

Ethan’s world tilted.

“I—he—” Ethan stammered.

“Yes,” Claire said evenly, standing tall. “He’s your son.”

The Past Revealed