All that remained was a single strand, a fragile thread that could unravel the truth of his existence and reveal whether his life had been built on nothing but deception.
“What do you mean you lost her?” Hunter barked. The head security guard discreetly shuffled back a little, his head bowed.
After finding the letter, Hunter hadn’t been himself. He had locked himself in his room, rejecting any visitors or calls. He just needed time to process what he had read. Well, it couldn’t be true. Mara was his child. Apart from the DNA proving she was his, he felt a deep connection to her—a special bond he believed was the father-daughter bond people often talked about. How could that child, with whom he felt such a connection, not be his? She might not entirely look like him; in fact, she might no
