Chapter 4

I looked up. The man was walking in from the entrance, backlit by the sun.

His voice was quiet, but it felt like a bomb going off next to everyone's ears.

I knew that silhouette—Daniel.

Black shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, showing strong forearms. A simple dark gray jacket, collar loose. His jaw was hard. He walked like every inch of the floor was his.

He radiated controlled fury. His eyes were fixed on one person—my son.

Ethan heard that voice. "Daddy!" He sobbed, clinging to the word like a lifeline.

Roy hesitated and looked back at the new…