Chapter 4

Claire's POV

Connor pointed to the empty box on the table.

"And this photo."

I picked up the box. Inside was a photo of Isabelle holding infant Connor, with four twisted words written on the back.

"Mommy loves you."

"That lady was so scary. I didn't want it."

Connor buried himself in my arms, his small hands gripping my clothes tightly.

"Mom, I don't know her. I only have you as my mom."

I held my son tightly, my eyes stinging.

Isabelle wanted to play the family card, not knowing that seven years of companionship had long surpassed blood ties.