He watched her step into an old brick building beneath a painted wooden sign: HAVEN COMMUNITY CENTER FOR WOMEN AND CHILDREN.

Through a low window, he saw her sit down across from a little girl, maybe four years old, who was standing on a thick dictionary just to reach the tabletop.

Marlowe tore the bread in half and gave the bigger piece to the child.

Chapter 12 — Her Eyes

The little girl lifted her face to look up at her mother, and Desmond felt the air pulled clean out of his lungs.

The child had his exact dark eyes.