Ben looked up, his eyes settling on the man who caught him.
Before he could speak, the man scooped him up in his arms.
"Ben?!"
The lazy, magnetic voice was filled with irrepressible joy.
Ethan Wilson suddenly appeared, holding his son tight.
It had been four years since Ethan had last seen Ben, who, in his memories, was still the infant resting in a crib, giggling only for Lily Gray, yet turning his nose up at him.
But at the unexpected collision around the corner, just a single glance was all it took for him to recognize the little boy before him.
Ben… his son.
And almost a spitting image of himself as a child.
With just one look, Ethan knew for certain the little boy before him was his Ben.
Dissociative identity disorder was the greatest secret of his body; Ethan couldn't reveal it in front of Ben and could only hold him tightly, suppressing the turmoil inside.
Ben felt uncomfortable being held so tight by Ethan.
