Daisy’s POV
“That was the final candidate, and it's not a match,” the man in the white lab coat said, gently adjusting his glasses before turning around and walking out of the room.
Just like that, another door closed.
It’s been weeks since Trey dropped that horrible bombshell about Liam’s father. Ever since that day, we’ve searched everywhere, dug through files, and even tracked down men named Leonard Reyes across the country. None of them were the one.
I sat beside Liam and gently rubbed his back, hoping to give him a little comfort. “Don’t worry, we’ll find him,” I said softly, my voice trying to be strong even though I was hurting inside too.
Liam let out a tired sigh, then ran both hands through his hair and covered his face. “What if he’s already dead?” His voice cracked a littl
