They looked exactly like him as a child.
His breath faltered. This couldn’t be possible.
Slowly, he turned toward the unconscious woman. He brushed dark hair away from her face.
“Lily…” he breathed.
Lily Harper. The love he had once fought for—and then lost.
Memories flooded back. Two years ago. An explosive argument. Her telling him she was pregnant. His parents—powerful, influential, obsessed with status—insisting she was lying to trap him. They claimed they had handled everything, that she’d taken money and disappeared.
“She’s not one of us,” his father, Richard Reed, had said firmly. “Focus on your future.”
Blinded by ambition and loyalty, Nathan had believed them.
Now Lily lay pale on the side of a highway. And the children crying beside her were unmistakably his.
Rage flared inside him—not at her, but at himself. At his parents.
“Mommy!” one twin cried, shaking Lily’s arm.
Nathan snapped into action and dialed 911, his voice steady despite the storm inside him. “I need an ambulance. Route 47 near mile marker 18. A woman is unconscious. Two toddlers with her.”
He offered the children water from his car and a snack bar. They clutched them like treasures.