Victor stared at the paper until the numbers blurred. Daniel was his. The child he had seen holding Julian’s hand, the boy who looked at the world with his own eyes, was the son he never knew he had.

A wave of nausea hit him. He remembered the night of the divorce the cold way he had pushed those papers across the table while Elara was secretly carrying this life inside her. She had faced that bridge, that water, and those five years of exile all alone because of his "promise to his first love