Bennett Walker has a son.
A real live son.
One who looks exactly like him. From his brown hair to his bright green eyes, right down to the way his cheeks fold up when he smiles.
Wow.
The small child takes a flying leap and lands directly in Bennett's arms. Bennett, with his arms wrapped around the small person, the two of them whispering back and forth to one another, takes a few strides toward the house. When he realizes I'm not following, he stops, turns back, and tilts his head toward the front porch.
That's all it takes.
One quick head flick and I follow Bennett to the white front porch surrounding the spectacular home. With each step, more and more of the information Bennett shared about himself the last few days falls into place.
I figured maybe he needed to get back to the st
