With a hint of a smile in his voice, he enlightened her.

“You haven’t told me your son’s name yet.”

Ariana hit her palm on her forehead in a resounding slap. How in the world had she not given him his name? “Sorry, it completely slipped my mind. His name’s Max,” she quickly told Holden.

“Got it, Max, it is. I’ll make sure to keep that in my memory,”

Holden quipped with a light chuckle.

“Send me your number. I’ll give him a ring tomorrow.”

“Thank you so much.” A sigh of relief escaped Ariana’s lips. She could finally release the tension that had been furrowing her brow.

A moment of acknowledgment passed between them before the line went off.

Lowering her phone, Ariana found herself entranced, caught between the eerie resemblance of that voice to Theodore’s and the warmth of Holden’s tenor. The haunting similarity left her in a daze. It wasn’t until after she had dispatched her contact details to him that her tumultuous thoughts started to dissipate.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

driving her to pore over the man’s sparse social media presence time and time again. She hunted

hand falling limp in her lap, her thoughts drifting

she so desperate

calm her tumultuous mind. She scrolled through the man’s profile once more, but it revealed nothing about her

she expected to unearth

shuffled off to bed, the images of those

silent the following morning and seemed more like a shadow of his

“I’m certain Daddy

his lips puckered with doubt, silently musing, “Are you

he returned to listlessly turning

of guilt

drawn back to her silent phone. She had been anxiously anticipating the stranger’s call

then, an unfamiliar number flashed across her screen. Her heart leaped as

voice that greeted her, bubbling

you sound

special

knowing lilt in her friend’s voice, Ariana couldn’t help but laugh, a sound tinged

call me using an unfamiliar

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