"Tracy, you'll always be my daughter." Ethan's voice cracked. "Blood doesn't lie. That choice I gave you ten years ago? You made it yourself. And I've never once regretted it. Do you know why?"
The hospital room was tightly sealed, its walls swallowing every sound. Only when certain of their privacy did Ethan make his move. With Grace having saved Tracy's life, he saw his opening and took it.
Fourteen years he'd raised her. Through all the storms between him and Heather, they'd poured endless affection on Tracy. No matter how vicious their fights became, how doors slammed or china shattered, they'd kept their battles far from her innocent eyes.
Ethan could swear on his life - his love for Tracy had been utterly pure, no hidden agendas.
Sending her to the Chownes had been a mercy. Tracy
