His Eagle Eyes on Me

Rose shot her mother a shocked look. "Mom, can Dad edit photos?"

Shea had not known that Wesley was able to edit photos as well, but she played along. "Your dad knows everything. Even if he doesn't, he is a quick learner."

Rose nodded. "That's true. Dad is so talented. I know how to edit photos, too, so I could have done it myself, though. Dad needs to work, and he's busy..."

"Rose, if he wants to do it, just let him! Your friend is here so you should spend more time with her," Shea said as she turned to look at Irene. "It's late and you are probably tired. Go shower and rest!" Rose took Irene back to the room while Kiara ran toward the study room to look for her father.

Shea entered just as Welsely was uploading the photos. Both Shea and Kiara stood next to him and studied the photos on the laptop.

"They all turned out great! Kiara, did you take all these?" Shea asked.

Wesley had been too focused on the screen to notice their presence and was shocked by the sound of Shea's voice.

"Why aren't you two going to sleep? It's late." He stood from his chair, wrapping one arm around Shea's waist and taking Kiara's hand in his other hand. He led them out of the study. "Dad, how were the photos?" Kiara asked.

"Great. I feel like I don't really need to edit them!" Wesley said. "You did well, Kiara. Your sister has finally found Irene, and it's good that you took photos for them."

"Just doing what I should do! Rose wants to take Irene to see the sunrise tomorrow, but I don't know if I can wake up that early," Kiara mumbled.

if you can't," Wesley said. "If you can't get up tomorrow, I will go and take photos

as well." Kiara pouted. "If I can't get up, you need to wake me up. I'm going to be upset if you all went to watch the sunrise without me." Wesley

sending the two out of the study room, Wesley went back to his

on the camera with a few

a photo of Irene that was taken right after she

was sent, he took a deep breath and sent it to Avery as

was morning

Hayden's luxurious apartment, the

a magazine. He looked as though nothing in the

was growing to be more and more like Elliot. He did not just look like Elliot, but he also

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maent his father, but

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opposite his son and stared at