My daughter.
Mauro's POV
My heart was pounding. It was impossible that this girl wasn’t Gaby, yet I was certain of what I had heard. Luciano had called her Nikki, I was sure—very sure—but it seemed even more impossible that she could be who I thought she was. I entered her room; she was still jumping on the bed, a happy girl, unafraid of anything.
"Gaby?" She stopped when she saw me and ran toward me.
"Daddy!" She hugged one of my legs.
"Hija." I squatted down and looked into her eyes. Yes, she was Gaby. Those were her little eyes. So why did Luciano call her Nikki, just like Katy’s daughter—and mine?
"Is something wrong, Daddy?"
"Nothing, hija, nothing." But if I looked closely, she had Katy’s smile. She did. God, I must be hallucinating. Maybe the anxiety of wanting to meet my dau
