Andera's pov.

Thane walked into my meeting room, dressed in the same colors as Timmy this morning, navy blue suit with a black tie, his hair sleekly styled; all I could think about was the striking resemblance between him and his son. The son he is not aware of.

My heart ached, not for Thane, but for my little man, Timmy. I could picture them together, Thane in the middle, in this exact outfit, Timmy by his side in his school uniform and his usual beaming smile, Tiffany at his other side in her uniform, high heels shoes, and wearing mommy's make-up.

My throat bobbed. That is what my kids...