Three Years Ago…
"Little Owen is only one year old, but you can already see how handsome he is."
Myra Redwood's voice pulled me back to reality.
I lifted the corners of my lips, forcing a gentle smile. "Owen takes after his father. He's been handsome since he was little."
The women around us nodded, smiling along.
My gaze drifted to Myra's swollen belly. She would be giving birth soon… surely she wouldn't say anything sarcastic that might affect her baby, right?
Myra didn't. But Tessa did.
"Yes, Owen looks exactly like Adrian Black," Tessa said. "So much so that he doesn't resemble you at all, Shannon Green."
One corner of her lips curled up.
I didn't understand why she said that, but a strange unease crept into my chest.
Lizze gently patted my back. "It's normal, Shannon. Sons are like that. You can just give Owen a little sister. Daughters usually resemble their mothers more."
