Ava's POV
Grief without confirmation is a form of madness. I wasn't sure if I was mourning a lost child or preparing to meet one I have never known existed.
Both alternatives nagged at me.
Both were terrifying.
I sat in my office, the shades shut and the sunshine streamed through like anguish through lace. Sophia paced in front of my desk, phone in her ear.
"He's six," she replied, nodding slowly.
"Dark hair and green eyes."
"Slight dimple on the left cheek."
My breath caught.
Liam had the same dimple.
She hung up and turned to me.
"I spoke with the private investigator.
Two days earlier, Rachel checked Levi into a luxury mansion in Connecticut.
High security. "No access."
"Is he safe?" Sophia paused.
"Physically? Yes.
But emotionally? Sh
