“We’ll find it. And then we’ll find the baby.” Ian’s eyes held a fierce glint, his entire being focused.
Six months old.Daniela’s breath caught. Baby Lila was the same age as Ian’s sons had been when he’d lost them. That knowledge had to cut him.
“Ian? If you ever want to—”
He held up his left hand to stop her, while flipping through the printouts with the right.
Of course, he wouldn’t want to talk about it… Daniela watched him for another few seconds, then turned back to her laptop.
They worked until six, until they squeezed every ounce of information from the material they had.
If any of the visiting volunteers had anything shady in their pasts, they hadn’t put it on their application forms. Zero clues there.
“What do you want to do with your evening?” Ian asked.
She wanted to get out of the room for a while. “Can we go down to the beach?”