He left me when I refused to end my pregnancy. Five years later, he saw my twins at a mall, and his mother’s two-million-dollar lie finally came crashing down.
Damien Mercer was holding a paper cup of black coffee when his past walked through the glass doors of Westbridge Mall, holding two little boys by the hand.
For one second, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him.
The woman moving through the Saturday crowd should not have been part of his world anymore. Not after five years. Not after the envelope. Not after the last words she had said to him in a conference room high above Manhattan.
Mara Bennett.
Her hair was shorter now, darker at the roots, falling in loose curls around her shoulders. She wore a pale blue sundress beneath a denim jacket, simple and unshowy. Nothing about her looked expensive. Nothing looked designed to impress.
And yet everyone around her seemed to fade.
