From the moment they arrived, Tristan's attention never strayed from Rose.
He stood a short distance away, posture relaxed yet alert, watching her with quiet fascination as she animatedly spoke with Franklin.
The way she smiled, the tilt of her head, the softness in her expressions. Every small detail struck him like a familiar echo. It wasn't just resemblance. It was uncanny.
Rose looked so much like Cassie that it stirred something deep and unsettled in him, a strange blend of curiosity and nostalgia he hadn't anticipated.
Even Corrine and Adrian seemed momentarily distracted by Rose's easy bond with Franklin. They paused more than once, exchanging subtle glances, silently admiring the natural warmth between the child and the man. When the question was raised, their attenti
