"I... what?" Marcus stammered, his eyes darting frantically between Noah, Ethan, Sophia, and Olivia. He looked like a man who had just seen a ghost, or rather, four ghosts that shared his exact jawline, his dark hair, and the distinct piercing blue eyes that had run in the Reynolds family for generations.
"Mommy said the man who helped make us got scared and ran away," Sophia added, clutching her plush teddy bear. "She said he missed out on the best adventure ever. Are you him?"
Marcus’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. He looked up at me, his eyes pleading for a lifeline, for me to laugh and tell everyone this was an elaborate prank. But I didn't laugh. I stood tall, wrapped in a custom cashmere coat, flanked by the private security detail I had left waiting just outside the door.