The next morning, Adrian Kingsley stood outside Ethan’s school.
For a man who controlled billion-dollar deals without hesitation, waiting on a sidewalk felt strangely nerve-wracking.
Daniel leaned against the car behind him, watching with amusement.
“You’re pacing,” Daniel said.
“I’m not pacing.”
“You’ve walked back and forth five times.”
Adrian stopped.
“This is different.”
Daniel folded his arms.
“You’re meeting your son.”
Adrian exhaled slowly.
“Not exactly.”
Elena had made it very clear the night before: Ethan wouldn’t know the truth yet.
For now, Adrian was just a “friend.”
Daniel glanced at the school gate.
“You ready?”
Adrian nodded once, though he wasn’t sure that was true.
At that moment, Elena arrived holding Ethan’s hand.
The boy was talking excitedly about som
