Leonel absorbed her words, a silence enveloping him.

Alexis withdrew her hand decisively and strode toward the elevator.

The assistant placed the ultrasound results into Leonel’s hand before rushing after Alexis.

A shiver ran through Leonel’s hand, his unease visible.

He bowed his head to behold the ultrasound’s colorful display.

The contours of the baby’s face hinted at innocence not yet touched by the world.

She was indeed beautiful.

A buzz broke his focus—a message had arrived.

Alexis had sent a text, concise and profound.

“Her name is Cordelia Fowler.

mind, the weight

Cordelia Fowler…

did Alexis

himself onto the bench, his face draining of color

to terms with it, just like he had accepted the fact that Alexis would

with features resembling Alexis, but he could discern

as he contemplated the child’s origin and Alexis’

stop him from making

film against his heart, knowing it held

his phone and edited a message, pausing to

he and Alexis had reached

now avoided seeing or speaking to

so happy as if he were her

Cordelia is a

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