Lena’s heels clicked sharply across the polished floor of the company’s lobby, each step echoing her fury. The receptionist tried to greet her, but one look at Lena’s stormy face made the words die in her throat. Without waiting for permission, Lena stormed toward Daniel’s office, pushing the door open with a loud thud.

Daniel looked up from behind his desk, startled. “Lena?”

“Don’t you Lena me!” she snapped, slamming the door shut. “How dare you take my son to her?”

He blinked, slowly rising from his chair. “You mean Maya?”

Lena let out a bitter laugh. “Who else? You really think I wouldn’t find out? You took him to...