I thought marrying my childhood best friend and raising his two kids was my dream come true. Then a stranger appeared at my door with photos that made me question everything.
“Your husband is lying to you.”
I stared at the young woman standing on my porch. She couldn’t have been older than twenty-five, and her hands were trembling as she clutched her worn purse.
“I know this is strange.”
“Excuse me?! Who even are you?”
“Please, just hear me out. It’s about Nathan. And his children.”
My stomach dropped.
“What about my husband and our kids?”
The woman glanced nervously over her shoulder.
“It’s about Nathan.”
“I know this is strange, but you deserve to know the truth.”
I gripped the doorframe, suddenly feeling unsteady.
Nathan? Owen and Maisie?
What could this complete stranger possibly know about my family?
And why did she look so frightened?
Nathan would grin.
