Eric looked exhausted enough to collapse, but Vanessa had spent three weeks negotiating with men who believed fatigue was a weapon. She knew how to stand still until the other person filled the silence.
He did not.
Instead, he looked toward the hallway again and said, “His name is Noah. At least that’s what the note said.”
Noah.
The name made the child suddenly real in the room between them.
Vanessa pressed her lips together.
“You named him?”
“No. Whoever left him did.”
“Who left him, Eric?”
“I don’t know.”
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