He had checked the archived security logs. Chloe had indeed come to his office five years earlier. She had stayed seventeen minutes before guards removed her on Madeline’s orders. Her calls had been redirected. Her emails filtered. Her letters destroyed.
“I told you,” Chloe whispered.
“I know,” Harrison said, and those two words carried more weight than any apology.
Then he asked about Julian Reyes—the man he had believed was Chloe’s lover.
“He wasn’t my lover,” Chloe said. “He was a genetic counselor.”
Her mother’s neurological disease might have been hereditary. Chloe had been getting tested before trying for children. The messages Harrison had found were about clinic appointments and results.
“You never let me explain,” she said.
He had seen phrases like “I can’t tell Harrison yet” and assumed betrayal. But the truth was fear. Chloe had been afraid she might carry a dangerous genetic marker.
“The results were negative,” she told him. “I was going to tell you that night. I bought baby shoes. The blue box on the table.”
Harrison whispered, “I threw it away.”
“I know.”
The next day, Harrison arrived at the park without an entourage, wearing a navy sweater and holding three small bags from a toy store. He looked nervous.
Lucas approached first. “What’s in the bags?”
“Books,” Harrison said. “And an apology.”
Leo narrowed his eyes. “Do you know how to apologize?”
“I’m learning.”
