The real test hadn’t arrived yet. A man stepped out of the elevator. Tall. Dark-haired. Late forties, perhaps.
He wore a charcoal suit without a tie, and there was nothing flashy about him. No expensive watch displayed for attention. No arrogant smile.
Just a quiet confidence that made people move aside without being asked.
He held a thin black folder under one arm.
He took three steps.
Then stopped.
His eyes landed on Melinda.
The bottle slipped from her hand.
It hit the floor.
Plastic cracked against polished tile.
The baby started crying.
Nobody moved.
Not Connor.
Not Melinda.
Not even me.
The man’s face changed.
It wasn’t surprise.
It was recognition.
And something dangerously close to grief.
He looked at the baby.
Then at Melinda.
Then at Connor.
Finally, his eyes settled on me.
For one strange second, I had the unsettling feeling that he had been looking for me.
He said my name.
“Kirsten Sinclair?”
I straightened.
“Yes?”
His expression softened.
“I need to speak with you.”
Connor stepped between us.
“You need to speak with my ex-wife?”
The stranger looked at him.
“Yes.”
Connor laughed.
It was an ugly sound.
“And who exactly are you?”
The man ignored him.
His eyes remained on me.
“I’m Daniel Hayes.”
The name meant nothing to me.
But Melinda reacted as though someone had struck her.
Her face went white.
Connor turned toward her.
“You know him?”
She didn’t answer.
“Melinda?”
Still nothing.
Daniel looked down at the baby.
His voice dropped.
“I knew I would find him eventually.”
My heart gave a strange, painful beat.
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