When the door opened, I forgot how to breathe.
The boy in front of me couldn’t be more than six, maybe seven. But the resemblance hit me like a gunshot, the same eyes, the same jawline, the same small frown I made when I tried to understand something.
My son.
The words slammed into my mind before I could stop it.
I still hadn't gotten over my surprise when Jade walked out. Her presence was a reminder of the child that stood in front of me and had the same eyes as mine. A new sense of fury washed over me as I saw that Jade was unperturbed by my angry face.
I couldn't explain why I felt an extreme closeness to the little boy. I mean, anyone could look so much alike right? I thought
“Anyone. But not a boy from Jade.” My subconscious knocked a gentle reminder into my head.
“Who is he?
