I've spent five years building a quiet life in this small town, slinging coffee and keeping my secrets buried deep. Then Damien Cross walks through my door—the billionaire I once loved, the man I ran from without explanation, and the father who doesn't know his daughter exists. One look at those piercing eyes and I know my carefully constructed walls are crumbling. He's here on business, asking questions I can't answer, getting closer to the truth I've protected at all costs. When my five-year-old runs into the coffee shop calling me "Mommy," I watch recognition flicker across his face, and I realize my time has just run out.