Eleanor Whitmore, always the epitome of grace and control, faced a moment that shattered her composed veneer. The world around her seemed to blur as she grappled with the revelation standing before her—the undeniable truth reflected in the baby’s eyes. The stormy blue-gray, a haunting reflection of Jonathan’s own gaze, stared back at her. It was as if the past had been resurrected in the most unexpected and unimaginable way.
