"He's in here."
Mrs. Walters opened a door to a narrow hallway. With her were Albert and a young woman who worked with children the facility took care of. The woman who had an infant
balanced on her hip was the one leading the duo to where Albert's supposed son was. The child she carried was tugging at her hair and whimpering, causing her to exude an air of distraction that did not impress Albert.
Albert controlled his emotions. He'd been doing that ever since he'd taken the call that McCarthy's secretary had patched through to him. He enforced an even greater control after Mrs. Walter gave him the news that threatened to change his life forever.
It was only by the most stringent exercise of self-control that he had got to this point now. The moment of truth.
As he walked into the room, in front of the woman he felt his hands clench at his side.
Let this not be true! Dear God, let this not be true! The clench tightened.
