Evan’s POV

I was sitting in my office and staring at the picture of my parents’ wedding. Emily and I were still babies but I was such a chubby one.

I wonder what it would be like to actually become a father.

My office phone rang and removed the thought from my mind.

“Evan Hollen,” I answered.

“Mr. Hollen, I have a Miss. Blackman here to see you,” my secretary said from her end.

My heart skipped a beat.

Jasmine?

"Jasmine?” I asked her.

“No. She said her name is Zenia Blackman. The little sister.”

“Send her in.”

Why was Zenia here?

Sitting up in my chair and straightening my...