Sean choked out. Brynn opened the door from the control room. A loud, infant wail echoed through the cavern. “Macy? I think the baby is hungry.” Macy shifted in her parka. “It’s time for me to feed her. I’ll be right there,” she called then turned back to Sean. “Jayda made a lot of mistakes. The biggest was getting pregnant and not telling you. But you have a child out there. The North Koreans might accept that you don’t know anything, but that doesn’t mean they’ll leave your daughter alone. They’ll go after her for information, or they’ll go after her for revenge. Either way, that child needs you.” Sean heard Macy speaking, but he couldn’t process much beyond the information that she’d dropped like a nuclear bomb. Somewhere in the world, he had a child. A daughter? A daughter. Someone shoved a parka over his shoulders then quietly coaxed him into putting his arms into the sleeves. When he looked up, he saw Brynn, though the only part of her that was visible under her hood was her chattering teeth.
