"A relative?" Hector Donovan turned to exchange a look with Arabella Donovan, his expression one of surprise.
If her unreliable, good-for-nothing father had shown up, he would have stated his identity outright instead of using such an ambiguous term.
'Just who is this relative...?'
"Okay, thank you. We'll bring the child over right away."
When Arabella and Hector brought the little girl over, they were met by a handsome young man in his late twenties. He was well-dressed, but his hair was a mess and his face was haggard, giving him a travel-worn appearance.
"Zora! Zora, are you okay? Do you remember me? I'm… your uncle. I'm your uncle!"
The man reached out to take the child but stopped, worried he might frighten her after the terrible shock she'd just endured. His outstretched hand froze in mid-air before he slowly drew it back, trying to jog her memory first.
'Uncle? Wouldn't that make him the late Mrs. Coleman's brother?'
