The Harrigans didn’t wait. As soon as the results hit Kiara’s inbox, she and James packed the car and drove through the night. The road blurred past in silence broken only by Kiara’s sharp breaths and James’s white-knuckled grip on the wheel. They didn’t call. They wanted the truth face-to-face.
Lucas opened the door in sweatpants, groggy and confused. “Mrs. Harrigan?” he asked, brows furrowing. But Kiara didn’t speak. She threw her arms around him, sobbing, kissing his cheeks like a woman possessed. “My boy,” she whispered, again and again. “My baby. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”