When he saw the baby bottle hanging on Terry’s chest, Benjamin froze for a moment. Amanda’s hands were unbelievably fast. In just a few minutes, she had changed the child’s appearance.
That meant if she ever took the children and ran away, disguising them with different looks, tracking them down would be nearly impossible.
Amanda herself was the same. Switching between “Amanda” and “Samantha,” she could pull it off effortlessly—her voice and aura completely different.
She had no idea what Benjamin was thinking. Instead, she looked down at her son and said, “Terry, this is Mark’s daddy. Call him Uncle.”
“Hello, Uncle!” the boy greeted crisply, his voice sweet.
Benjamin stared at those mischievous eyes and tiny white teeth. Even in another disguise, the child was still heartbreakingly a
