Connor’s POV
I step outside of Michigan Airport, gripping my suitcase tightly as the bitter winds s***h at me, the weather even colder here than back in Boston.
I spent the entire flight panicking, swinging between thinking I’m a lunatic to wondering if this attorney is going to take one look at me and laugh, saying it’s all a big joke. One thing that didn’t waver though was the knowledge that I want Gracie. Hali helped me see through everything, my fear, my anger, and find the truth, I want my daughter even if her blood belongs to someone else. I’ve spent the last nine hours at the airport, waiting for the next available flight and then travelling the two hours here gripping tightly to that knowledge. I want Gracie and Gracie needs me.
I head toward the taxi rank, queuing up behind a c
