(Jasper’s POV)
“Granddaughter?” The world stops.
Everything—the argument, the tension, the anger filling the room—it all fades into white noise as I stare at the little girl standing next to Scarlett.
Dark hair. Dark eyes that mirror mine exactly. The same stubborn set to her jaw that I see in the mirror every morning.
My daughter.
Lily is my daughter?
"Daughter. My daughter." The word sounds foreign to my ears. The impossibility of it leaves me stunned. Speechless.
Four years. Four years of searching, of wondering, of nightmares about what happened to my child. Four years of not knowing if Scarlett lost the baby, believing that I'd failed as a husband and father before I even got the chance to try.
Yet she's here, real, perfect.
"Lily," Her name breaks something inside my chest.
