“I found out I was pregnant with Hadley about a month after my wedding. I’ve always wondered . . . if maybe . . . she was . . .” I trail off, afraid to say it aloud. “There’s a chance that Hadley isn’t Kevin’s daughter.” His gaze snaps up before moving to the door she ran out of and then back to me. “You think she could be mine?” “I don’t know, but she has your eyes.” The admission falls from my lips as a tear drops from my lashes.
