Caleb turned.
Looked.
Really looked this time.
At the same nose.
The same eyes.
The same mark behind the ear.
The same bloodline… repeating itself.
Because if Caleb was the biological child of Richard’s brother…
Then—
My baby…
and Diane’s baby…
shared the same genetic line.
Too close.
Too identical.
Too impossible to ignore.
Diane’s composure finally broke.
“This is ridiculous!” she snapped. “You don’t even know what you’re saying!”
“I know exactly what I’m saying,” Richard replied, voice steady now. Stronger. “Because I went back to that clinic last year. I found the records you thought were gone.”
Diane went still.
That was it.
