Alexander’s POV
Several times my phone rings, Claire’s name flashing across the screen. I press it into Sterling’s small hand, switching it to speaker mode. He relays directions, guiding Claire to the exact spot at the park.
Her voice comes through, growing more frantic with each instruction.
Then, in an instant, a loud scream pierces the air. “Scarlett! Sterling!”
I turn, and there she is—Claire. She rushes toward us, eyes filled with a mixture of terror and relief.
“Mommy!” they chorus, rushing to her as she pulls them close. Her tears spill freely, and something heavy settles in my chest. So, it’s true. She’s their mother.
Watching her cradle them, my heart twists. A strange, raw ache courses through me.
But as she straightens up, her eyes lock on mine, and a flicker of something
