Ethan's p.o.v

I sat in my black sleek sedan car, parking across the street from her office, my mind reeling with the news I had received. A message from an unknown sender, claiming that I had had a son with a woman I had dated eight years ago and my instincts told me right away that it was Freya. I am damn sure of it. My instincts were right all along— the connections I felt with him each time I make encounters, those eyes. But I had brushed them off as mere coincidence.

But I was right. I have been right. And what I don't understand is why she had...