Monica stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes fixed on the scene before her. Lisa was laughing and playing with her grandchildren, Star, Moon, and Austin, their joyful shouts and giggles filling the air. But Monica’s gaze was stuck on Austin, her mind racing with thoughts she couldn’t shake off.
As she looked at him, she couldn’t help but see the resemblance to Chase, the same eyes, the same smile. And then it hit her – the truth she had been denying for so long. Austin wasn’t her child, he was Chase’s son, the same child Ariel had lost in London.
Her heart raced as she thought back to Chase’s conversation with Ariel, the pieces falling into place. She remembered her own miscarriage, the pain and loss she had endured alone. And now, she realised that Austin was the child she had raised, t
