Uncle Olsen froze for a moment before he spoke, his tone both amused and

exasperated. "Amy, do you miss your dad? Fine, I'll get that rascal back to spend time with you!"

Recently, Amy had taken to calling Keira "Mommy" and had been gently persuaded into calling Lewis "Daddy."

Uncle Olsen assumed Amy was calling for Lewis.

But the little girl shook her head vigorously and pointed at the TV. "Daddy! That's Daddy!"

Uncle Olsen blinked, puzzled. "What?"

Later that evening, when Keira and Lewis returned home, Uncle Olsen, with an unusually serious expression, pulled them into his study.

"Amy's been calling for her dad today," he began, folding his arms. "It's a little strange. Do you think she's missing that piece of trash Howard?"

Uncle Olsen frowned deeply. "I mean, Howard's trash-I've got him working hard labor out in the middle of nowhere. He won't be seeing daylight again. But if Amy really misses him, what are we supposed to do?"

Keira's expression froze for a moment before she shook her head. "That's not possible. She's terrified of him. Besides..." She hesitated before continuing. "Howard isn't her father."

Uncle Olsen stared at her, dumbfounded. "What did you say?"

Keira sighed. "The day Sean came over pretending to be her father, I took Amy's DNA and ran a test. Howard's not her dad."

Uncle Olsen's brows furrowed deeply. "I looked into your sister. She always seemed so... straight-laced. I didn't think she'd pull something like that. But honestly, thank God he's not the father. I was thinking of letting him live, but now? Forget it!"

glint flashed in

to her

all along. It would explain his

still frowning, asked hesitantly, "So... do you know who Amy's real

let out a bitter laugh. "I have

groaned, shaking his head. "Your

of secrets. I still can't figure

Keira fell silent.

first glance, she seemed plain and easily bullied, but every now and then, she'd

as

the thought

silence with a soft chuckle. "If Amy wants a

"I'll keep her company

two of them left the study and headed to Amy's

quietly with her stuffed toys, while Mary watched her from a nearby chair. Despite her

Keira asked, eyeing Mary's stomach. "What if

exactly what she can and can't do, and she remembers everything the first time you

Keira's chest tightened.

first time she met Amy, how frail and tiny

cheeks and soft, pudgy arms. But Amy's face had been unnaturally gaunt, her body so

a rough childhood," Keira murmured

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