Xavier's pov
I nodded vehemently, my breath still short.
"I'm sure," I said. “The scent was the same. It's him, John. It's him".
John pursed his lips, his face pale.
He fell silent for a while, pacing around the perimeter of the room, breathing deeply.
"What about Jocelyn?" he asked then. "Did you smell anything on her?"
I shook my head. "She couldn't be the mother anyway," I objected. "Em and Ben are only a month apart, which means she was pregnant with him when Emily was born."
He nodded, then shook his head, as if he was mentally calling himself an i***t.
I didn't blame him; it must have been disconcerting to him. Man, it was disconcerting to me, too! For weeks, I'd been helping Emily find her birth parents, and discovering that her father had most likely always been under our n
