Aria POV
"Tall, dark hair with a scar on his cheek. He spoke to Noah briefly before the teacher noticed and intervened. He left immediately when questioned, said he'd mistaken Noah for his nephew."
Marcus. It had to be Marcus.
"I'm on my way," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "Don't let Noah out of anyone's sight. Not for a second. I'll be there in ten minutes."
I made it in eight, breaking every speed limit and running two yellow lights. When I burst into the preschool office, Noah was sitting in the director's lap, eating a cookie and looking completely unbothered by the whole situation.
"Mama!" He launched himself at me, cookie crumbs flying. "You're early!"
"I wanted to surprise you, baby." I held him tight, breathing in his scent and checking him over for any sign of harm. "Did you have a good day?"
