THE MAFIA BOSS WALKED INTO THE HOSPITAL WITH HIS NEW LOVER-THEN FROZE WHEN HE SAW THE WOMAN HE ABANDONED DYING WITH HIS CHILD

the incubator and nearly fell apart.

“What’s her name?” the nurse asked softly.

He couldn’t answer.

Because he didn’t know.

Because Brin had chosen alone—or perhaps never had the chance.

Because he had lost the right to every first moment.

He leaned closer.

“I’m here,” he whispered.

The baby’s fingers twitched.

Maybe it was nothing.

Maybe only a reflex.

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