Daniel had one arm around her shoulders.
I stared at the picture.
Then at my husband.
Then at Evan.
There was something strangely familiar about the teenager’s features.
My stomach tightened.
“Who is she?”
Daniel swallowed.
“Her name was Claire.”
Evan spoke quietly.
“She was my mother.”
I looked from him to Daniel.
A question immediately entered my mind.
“Daniel… is Evan your son?”
Daniel looked genuinely shocked.
“What? No.”
His answer should have reassured me.
Instead, it created an even bigger mystery.
If Evan wasn’t Daniel’s son, why had my husband reacted so strongly the moment he saw him?
“Then explain the picture.”
Daniel rubbed his forehead.
“Claire and I were friends.”
Evan nodded.
“My mom never said they were together.”
I looked at him.
“Then why did you bring this?”
His expression softened.
“I lost my mom last year.”
The room went quiet.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
