Chapter 12

Garrison POV

As the little boy turned his head toward the window, the sharp sunlight highlighted the clean angle of his jaw and the distinct, deep dark iris of his eyes—an exact reflection of the face I saw in the mirror every morning.

He had Ken's mouth. And my eyes.

I couldn't look away.

Liam stood beside Kelsey's hospital bed, studying me with the open curiosity only a child could get away with. Dark hair fell across his forehead, and his small brows pulled together as though he were trying to solve the same impossible question currently tearing through my head.

My breath caught audibly in my throat.

Five years old, maybe. I didn't know for certain. I didn't know anything about him.

I did the math in my head, the dates crashing together with terrifying precision. October 14th—our last night together in that house before the signed divorce papers, and her sudden disappearance at the airport. Liam had been bo