Leander didn't say anything immediately. But over the next few days, Liora felt his eyes on her constantly. Studying her. Watching.
"Is everything okay?" she asked one morning at breakfast.
"Fine." But his smile didn't reach his eyes. "Just thinking about the ultrasound. About Atlas."
"He's healthy. That's all that matters."
"Right. Healthy." Leander pushed his eggs around his plate. "It was strange, though. How much he looked like Dashiell."
Liora's blood ran cold. "Dr. Alistair said that's normal—"
"I know what he said." Leander finally met her eyes. "But I also know what I saw. And I can't stop thinking about it."
"Babies change so much—"
"Liora." His voice was quiet but firm. "Is there something you need to tell me?"
This was it. The moment of truth. She could confess everythi
