“How old is she?” Herman exhales hoarsely, not taking his eyes off my little girl.
“Four,” I answer on instinct—and in the very next second I realize I slipped up.
He quickly calculates in his mind, and the color drains from his face. Alice reaches for him—toward the “handsome uncle”—not realizing she’s standing in front of a man who betrayed her even before she was born.
“So you’ve been hiding a child from me for five years!”
“Hide her?” I say. “I came to tell you about the pregnancy the very day you were putting a wedding ring on the finger of another woman!”
“Mom, why are you crying?” Alice asks quietly.
Since the day my beloved changed and broke everything, five years have passed. And now my daughter, by accident, runs into him in a children’s store. Can New Year bring a real miracle— a chance to start over and love that will be stronger than pain and resentment?