At 10:03 p.m., the hospital called—my ex-wife was unconscious, pregnant, and dying… and the child she’d been hiding was mine

that silence was protection.

I scrolled with my thumb.

The phone fought me. Half the screen was dead. But enough worked.

There were more messages.

Unknown numbers.

Blocked numbers.

One from Liam.

One from a contact saved only as L.

Do not come back to the apartment.

You were told not to keep it.

If Jack finds out, everyone pays.

I stared at that one.

It.

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