Claire blinked, confused by Julian's stunned reaction. "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"
Julian was still frozen, struggling to wrap his head around what he'd just learned. His gaze shifted back to Cassidy. "How…?"
But Cassidy remained silent, her face unreadable.
Seeing that she wasn't going to answer, Julian slowly lowered himself back into his seat, his eyes now fixed on Claire.
And the more he looked, the more he saw it. Cassidy's mouth, her nose, her brows. There was no doubt anymore. Claire was Cassidy's daughter.
He cleared his throat and turned to Claire instead. If Cassidy wouldn't talk, maybe the child would. "So… before coming to America, you lived in Switzerland?"
Claire nodded. "Yes."
Julian's eyes narrowed slightly. "You said you're three now?"
Claire nodded cheerfully. "Three, but I'll be four soon!"
Julian mind already racing. He did the math in his head, quietly, carefully.
Three, almost four.
