Adrian Kingsley stared at the photo long after Daniel left.
Elena, standing outside the school.
The child in her arms.
Those blue eyes.
He rubbed his jaw slowly.
Three years.
The boy looked about that age—the same time since his divorce.
Coincidence… or something more?
“Daniel,” Adrian called.
Daniel paused at the door. “Yes?”
“I need one more thing.”
A sigh. “I figured.”
Adrian slid the phone across the desk. “Find out the child’s birthday.”
Daniel raised a brow. “That specific?”
“Yes.”
Daniel studied him. “You think he might be yours.”
Adrian didn’t answer. “Just find out.”
Daniel nodded and left, already sensing the answer wouldn’t be simple.
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Across the city, Elena sat at the kitchen table while Ethan colored beside her.
Lucas leaned against the counter, scrollin
