He stood there under the rain drumming against his umbrella, his heart pounding.
There was silence on the other end of the phone. Then Grace’s next words pierced him.
“It’s strange, you know. He doesn’t even know she is his daughter.”
Mika held his breath.
He whispered to himself, “Our daughter?”
Even the rain could not drown out that truth.
He took a step back, staggering.
Everything made sense now.
The necklace.
The little girl’s face.
What he felt when she laughed.
The pain in Grace’s eyes.
Mika had fallen in love with that little girl for weeks without understanding why.
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