Not the billionaire heiress reporters tried to manufacture.
Just Hannah.
The woman he had loved in a thrift-store sweater.
Afterward, they walked along the lakefront while Daniel raced ahead through the snow.
Ethan stopped.
“Hannah.”
She looked suspiciously at him.
“If you’re about to produce a ring, I’m pushing you into Lake Michigan.”
He laughed.
It startled both of them.
For years, laughter had been rare.
“No ring.”
“Good.”
“I sold something.”
“What?”
“My shares in Caldwell Medical.”
Her expression changed.
“You loved that company.”
“I loved what I thought it represented.”
“And now?”
“Now I’m building something else.”
He handed her a folder.
Inside were architectural plans.
A maternal emergency hospital.
Community-based.
Nonprofit.
Named Mercer Children’s Medical Center.
Hannah stared.
“You named it after me?”
“After Daniel.”
She looked at him.
“Liar.”
“Partly Daniel.”
She smiled.
Then turned the page.
Her smile vanished.
There were two founder names.
