Mr. Haner? What the hell is going on? She stared at the pictures, her mom and Haner in every single one. And who’s the baby? No dates, no notes, nothing. Mom, you left me a damn riddle. Now she was more lost than before.
Todd walked in. "Your dad’s acting weird, like, full-on creepy vibes. What’s up?" "What the f**k?" He glanced at the photos. "Is that you?" "I don’t know, Todd.
Fourteen years ago
They were seated at the conference table, tension hanging thick in the air.
“Brothers, we need to make a call. My daughter’s special—a Luna, chosen by the goddess,” Ben declared, his tone firm.
Fred shot him a look. “Fine. Then my son...”
“He’s not your son,” Ben cut in sharply. “Heidi had an affair and refused to tell you who the father is.”
Fred’s jaw tightened. “Why the hell are you so
