Natalie’s POV

I didn't think about Tobias Calloway after I left the auction.

At least, that's what I told myself.

I drove back to my apartment with Ethan asleep in the back seat, his little head tilted against the window, one hand still wrapped around the toy car he'd carried into the ballroom.

I watched him through the rearview mirror.

Three years old.

Three years of my life.

Three years of keeping him safe from a man who didn't even know he existed.

My chest tightened.

I looked back at the road.

Tobias had asked too many questions tonight.

Who was Ethan?

How old was he?

What was his name?...