Page 165 of The Moral Dilemma


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“I think it’s time for you to leave.” I tip my chin up and say. Looking up at Raf for some back-up, I find him staring at the little girl as if he’d seen a ghost.

“Raf?” I frown.

“Mommy! Mommy,” the child keeps calling out, her small legs barely covering the distance from the elevator to our door. Yet just as I think she’s going to stop by Lucero’s side, I’m shocked when she doesn’t.

She breezes past Lucero and Nicholas, coming straight to me and hugging my lower body.

I freeze, my eyes widening in shock as I slowly look up and meet Lucero’s gaze.

“I missed you, mommy,” she continues, her little arms attempting to wrap around my legs. I instinctively bring my hand to her head, patting her awkwardly.

“I—”I’m not your mother. Yet the words won’t come out for some reason.

“How?” Raf finally speaks—one single word that he utters from the depths of his soul.

“This is what we’re here to talk to you about,” Nicholas says.

The little girl jumps from me to Raf, grasping onto his leg.

“Daddy, we have the same hair. See.” She points out to her head, taking one of her locks and lifting it up.

Raf and I stare at each other, baffled. But before anyone can explain what’s going on, the little girl continues with her chatter.

“Is this your superhero suit?” she asks eagerly, with stars dancing in her eyes as she looks at us. She points to his panda pajamas, touching the material with a smile on her face. “What is your power? Can you fly?” The questions are fired at such a rapid rate that I have a hard time to keep up, especially as she mispronounces some words. “Lulu told me you fight bad guys and save the world,” she gushes.

“She told you that?” I blink.

She nods fervently, taking a step back and looking at the two of us with so much curiosity and joy that my heart does a little summersault in my chest.

Just who is she?

“You’re so pretty, Mommy,” she sighs dreamily. “I wanna be pretty like you when I grow up.”

I’m still too shocked to react, my gaze meeting Lucero’s in a direct question. But Raf doesn’t seem to share the sentiment, as he bends down, scooping the little girl into his arms and pressing her to his chest.

The little girl squeals in happiness and wraps her arms around his neck.

Are there tears in his eyes?

But as I focus on the two of them, I can’t help but notice the resemblance. It’s not just the blonde hair, or her eyes. It’s everything else too. She looks like him. Like a mini version of him. But she also looks like…

My gaze whips to Lucero.

“Is this what I think it is?”

She nods.

“How is this possible?” I ask in a low voice.

“I can explain…”

“Oh, you will,” I promise.But not right now—not when I have something more important to do.

Turning to Raf, I meet his eyes, giving him a tremulous smile just as I open my arms. He understands my meaning immediately, giving me the little girl to hold.

She comes effortlessly, latching onto me and hugging me tightly.

“You smell so nice, Mommy,” she whispers, burrowing her little face into the crook of my neck.

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