Then frightened.
He broke off when he saw Evan.
“Who… are you?”
Evan’s jaw clenched. I watched him stand, watched his hands curl into fists at his sides, and knew Evan was going to face this head-on.
“My name is Evan. My mother was Claire.”
The tool case hit the floor.
Evan was going to face this head-on.
My daughter flinched.
Mark looked at Daniel.
“No… is he?”
“Yes,” Evan said. “It seems I’m your son.”
Mark glanced at him, then he rounded on Daniel.
“What is he doing here? And where’s Claire? Did you know where she ran off to all this time?”
“It seems I’m your son.”
Daniel hesitated.
“Answer me!” Mark snapped. “You’re the one that took her from me all those years ago, aren’t you? Were you sleeping with her?”
“No. Never.” Daniel straightened. “But I did help her leave.”
“You son of a—” Mark curled his hand into a fist. “You helped her take my child.”
