I Took My Daughter Into a Restaurant to Escape the Storm—Then She Ran Straight to the Man Who Abandoned Us

“When was she born?” he asked quietly.

“February twelfth,” Lily answered proudly before Camila could speak. “My birthday cake was vanilla, but one piece fell on the floor.”

Alexander did the math silently while Camila watched the realization slowly spread across his face.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” he whispered.