Mason's POV
This cannot happen again. I slam my foot on the accelerator and chase after her sedan, my heart hammering against my ribs. Her car comes to a stop in front of a rundown house with peeling paint and a sagging porch. The neighborhood looks rough, the kind of place where people mind their own business and ask no questions.
Before I can even knock, the front door creaks open. Riley's face appears, her eyes going wide when she spots me on her doorstep. But my attention immediately shifts to the small bundle in her arms and the little boy standing protectively in front of her like a tiny guard dog.
The resemblance hits me like a punch to the gut. I stare at the boy's face, then back at Riley's. The words tumble out in a shocked whisper. "He looks exactly like him."
Riley's eyes flutter closed and she draws in a shaky breath. The little boy tilts his head up at me, his bright green eyes curious and fearless. "I look like my daddy! Do you know my daddy?"
