Chapter 27

• Rafael’s chest felt like it was on fire as he paced the living room of the cabin. The truth had come crashing down on him like a thunderstorm, and the fury roiling inside him was only matched by a fierce, primal need to protect. He had four children—his children—whom he had never known. And Maya, the woman he trusted more than anyone that night five years ago, had hidden them from him.
• Maya stood near the window, her arms wrapped around herself as though she could shield herself from Rafael’s anger. But his fury wasn’t entirely directed at her; it was at the world they were trapped in, at Victor’s looming shadow, and at the danger their children now faced.
• “You had no right, Maya,” Rafael finally said, his voice cold but trembling with restrained emotion. “No right to keep them from me.”