He lifted his daughter from the cart and held her tight. “I’m Aaron Jensen.”
The name meant nothing to me. I shook my head. “I’m confused. Should that be familiar to me?”
The man looked at his daughter. “Eloise’s mother was Amelia Evans.”
“Amelia, Merrick’s ex?”
He nodded.
I stared at the little girl. “How old is she?”
“She’ll be three in two months.”