Pete must have kissed a fairy in his dream to be blessed with the sight before him. He must have unknowingly sown some good karma he had no idea about because why else was he staring at the woman he had spent many hours of his night searching for, all to no avail?
But there she was, crouched in front of a little girl, looking no older than four, and who he confirmed, without doubt, was her daughter.
The girl was a splitting image of the lady before her. Similar honey-brown hair and hazel eyes that matched. Pete was certain she was hers as he watched from the confine of his car, a few feet away from where they were.
How lucky could he be? But why was he feeling lucky?
Pete had his eyes and attention fixed on her so intensely the pair of siblings strapped to the rear seat of his car eluded his mind.
Madeline and Max shared a silent look as they observed their uncle, who seemed lost in a daze.
