The Man I Loved Disappeared the Exact Night I Told Him We Were Having a Baby — Two Weeks Later He Knelt in My Grandfather’s Gravel Driveway and Told Me He Hadn’t Run From Fatherhood; He’d Run to Burn Down His Entire Inheritance So His Family Could Never Come for Our Child

David Kincaid is nothing to you.

Your mother left him and married Mark and had you years later, and you are Mark’s daughter, blood and bone, and don’t you ever let anyone tell you different.

That is not the danger.” He looked down at Brucie’s small, sleeping, mismatched face.

“The danger is her.

The danger is that Ezra Kincaid is David’s son — a Kincaid, with the Kincaid eyes, from that same cursed, ruthless line.

Which means your daughter is a Kincaid grandchild.