Victor stood in his study, staring at the fire in the dimly lit fireplace. The flames danced hypnotically, casting long shadows across the room that seemed to match the dark thoughts swirling in his mind. The child might be his. He could feel it in his bones—a certainty that had taken root the moment Gerald had spoken those words. But why had Selena hidden him? What possible reason could she have had to keep his own son from him? But he mustn't jump to conclusions. Not yet.
He had a flashback of them talking about baby names years ago. They had been lying in bed, Selena's head on his chest as they spoke of hypothetical futures.
"If we ever had a boy," she had said, her voice soft in the darkness, "what would you name him?"
Victor had chuckled, running his fingers through her hair. "Alex
