“I think he would’ve done it. He would’ve found you and called if . . . if our sister hadn’t been murdered five days after that.” He squeezed his eyes closed. “That’s why I remember the exact date he told me about you. Because it was right before we lost Bianca.”

My stomach didn’t just drop, the floor beneath me went with it. “Oh my gosh, I’m so⁠—”

“No. No, it’s . . . don’t be.” He opened his eyes, waving me off. “Past is past. It’s time for all of us to move forward.” He blew out his cheeks, keeping his hand up as if requesting me not to get emotional on him.

Yeah, well, been there, done that, and had yet to stop being emotional since Constantine had come back into my life on Wednesday.

“Everything’s going to be fine. We’ll put all this insanity involving your son to rest in time for a birthday I’ve heard you have coming up. Maybe the three of you can visit us in Nashville so you can meet Callie once our baby is born?”

“I’d love that.” That dramatic pit of pain in my stomach loosened its hold on me at the subject change. “Boy or girl?”

“We’re letting it be a surprise.” He smiled, only to immediately change gears and frown. “I’m sorry Constantine wasn’t there for Colin’s birth. Or, um, for any of it. He must be grieving the loss of all that time.”

He was, but Alessandro was also right about something else he’d said. “Past is past, remember? Many more moments to come in Colin’s life for them both to enjoy.”

He patted my shoulder twice and winked. “Maybe another kid in the future, too?”

I never thought I’d have more kids, especially after being solo for so long and now almost thirty-eight, but Colin mentioned wanting a brother today, and now a seed was planted.

So . . . maybe? I opened my mouth to toss out that answer, but before I could, Izzy came rushing into the room along with Colin and his grandparents.

“I think I know who may be behind this,” Izzy exclaimed, holding out her phone, as Colin stood next to me.

I hooked my arm behind his back while we waited for her to explain.

“It wasn’t Jamie who ran the background check on Colin last month,” she shared. “And it wasn’t Jamie who cloned your phone and has been monitoring your texts with Lennon.” She fixed her gaze on Colin, keeping her back to her parents and brother. “Gwen figured it out.”

Ah, that was why she was still holding out her phone. Gwen may still have been on the line.

“It was Daniel O’Brien,” she revealed. “He’s obsessed with Lennon. She found evidence that suggests . . . well, that.”