POV Killian
I followed Paisley’s pointing finger across the bustling food court, scanning every table and corridor for the girl she claimed looked just like her.
But… nothing.
Despite my instincts sharpening and my gaze sweeping the crowd with Alpha precision, I saw no twin. Just people eating. Talking. Shopping. Living.
"I’m sorry, sweetheart. I don’t see anyone."
Paisley’s hopeful expression crumbled into disappointment. Her eyes darted around the plaza again, then back to me.
"But Daddy… she looked just like me. Maybe… maybe she’s my sister!"
I chuckled softly, pulling her toward the theater entrance.
"I know you want a sister, baby girl. But your mommy only had you."
"No. That was my sister," she said firmly, crossing her arms. "I decided."
It wasn’t the first time Paisley in
