His father’s handwriting.
If anything happens to me, please contact Marisol Santos. The funds are for her and our daughter. Eleanor must not control this money.
Maya covered her mouth.
David read the sentence again.
Then again.
The words did not change.
“Our daughter,” he whispered.
Maya turned toward him.
“We don’t know what he meant.”
“What else could it mean?”
“We don’t know.”
David looked at her face, searching unconsciously for signs of his father.
The shape of her eyes.
The line of her jaw.
The quiet way she pressed her lips together when she was frightened.
Maya noticed.
“Please don’t look at me like that.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m still me.”
“I know.”
“Do you?”
David lowered his gaze.
Liam had fallen asleep against his chest.
Daniel closed the file.
“There is no birth certificate connecting Thomas to Maya. No legal acknowledgment. No confirmed evidence of paternity. Right now, all we have is a note.”
