Bags of milk powder rested at her feet as she gripped the train pole. In the dark glass of the window, the other passengers were reflected back at her—a sea of anonymous faces, each lost in their own world. Maya Hayes stared at her own reflection among them, but the woman looking back seemed hollow, a stranger.
The words of her colleagues echoed in her mind.
They’d said the child was Mr. Knight’s brother.
A half-brother.
Damien Knight had
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