MY HANDS

CHAPTER 60 Lucien   My hands were wrapped around my wheel so tight that my knuckles turned white. I should have known. I should have trusted my instinct this whole time. I didn’t even care about what she was saying, but I knew that they were my kids.   They couldn’t be Dante’s. I parked on the side of the road, as I tried to catch my breath. I didn’t even think I wanted to go back to the company to check anything. I just wanted to be there to see the kids again.   I reached out to the other seat, fishing for my phone. I quickly dialed the investigator’s number, and he answered on the second ring.   “Sir,” he said, and I inhaled, controlling my temper before I would speak my next words.   “I think I found something about Ava Miller,” I said, hating the sound of the name coming from my lips. Maybe… just maybe if she didn’t lie, things would have been okay. It would have been easier to hear that the kids were mine. It was my fault that she had to hide them from me…. If they are indeed min