“So, don’t mess with her.”
Daniel drew out the last three words, each syllable sharp and heavy, like a warning.
There was a brief pause. Just as Daniel was about to hang up, Mogan’s voice broke the silence. “Daniel, does Amelia have a crescent-shaped birthmark on her waist?”
Daniel’s eyes narrowed slightly. Then he let out an easy, careless laugh. “Mr. White, isn’t that a bit personal? I haven’t exactly studied her waist, you know. Funny you’re so interested, though. If anyone else asked me something like that, I’d have knocked their teeth out by now—but we’ve known each other for years, so I’ll let it slide.”
Mogan realized he’d been too forward, but ever since he’d seen that birthmark, a strange feeling had nagged at him.
People can look alike—he knew that. But two unrelated people having the exact same birthmark in the exact same place? It was too much of a coincidence. That uneasy suspicion circled his mind, and before he knew it, the question had slipped out.
After the call ended, Mogan leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, old memories spinning through his mind.
Most people remember only recent years; childhood blurs and fades. But not for Mogan. His early years stood out in crisp, painful detail—even the bite of the icy wind that day, sharp as a blade against his face.
He remembered his mother holding him tight on the bridge. She’d said, “Don’t be scared, Mogan. It’ll just be a moment—just a moment, and then it won’t hurt anymore.”
He’d been paralyzed with fear, staring at the churning, frozen river below. It was the dead of winter. Anyone who jumped wouldn’t survive. He didn’t want to die—he really, really didn’t.
But it hadn’t felt like he had a choice. His mother was dying of cancer, his father spent every day gambling and drinking, coming home to vent his rage with his fists—first on his wife, then on Mogan. They’d never felt like family, just enemies trapped in the same house.
“Mogan, come with me. Let’s go together. I can’t leave you here alone,” his mother sobbed, clutching him as the wind howled around them.


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How come in every novel I read on here the women don’t tell the men they are the father of their child? I find this ridiculous....