“He looks just like Simon,” I whispered, unable to take my eyes off him.
She glanced at Leo on the floor, but remained silent for a moment. “He does look a little bit like him, I suppose.”
A little bit? To me, this was undeniably his son, and I was so convinced of it that I completely stopped considering any other possible explanation.
“Leo,” Denise said gently to the boy, “this is Gemma.”
His young face brightened with recognition right away. “I know who you are.”
“You know who I am?” I asked, astonished.
“Simon showed me your picture,” Leo said happily.
“He did?” I asked, my voice catching in my throat.
“And Sadie’s picture too,” Leo added, placing another wooden track piece down.
“What did he tell you about us?” I asked softly, taking a slow step forward.
“He said Sadie really likes dinosaurs,” Leo answered with a smile.
