The ride to the hospital was a blur for Thomas Brennan. The sirens wailed and the paramedics worked, but all he could focus on were those eyes—eyes that were so unmistakably his. Why did this child, a complete stranger, have the same eyes as him? The question nagged at him, weaving through the haze of pain and confusion.
Once at the hospital, Thomas was whisked away for tests and treatment. Hours later, stabilized but exhausted, he lay in the sterile room, the weight of recent events pressing down on him. The door creaked open and in walked a woman, the girl’s mother, with the child in tow. She was a woman he never expected to see again—Elena, his college sweetheart.
His heart skipped a beat, a mix of emotions rising in his chest. “Elena?” he croaked, his voice hoarse with disbelief. “What… why didn’t you ever tell me?”
