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

been close enough to clone my access pattern.

Ryan.

And Liam.

Ryan met my eyes without flinching.

“It wasn’t me.”

“I know.”

That answer came easily.

Some loyalties you question.

Some you don’t.

I handed the tablet back.

“Get Adrian Pierce here.”

Ryan frowned.

“At this hour?”

“My ex-wife is unconscious, my unborn child has been threatened, and someone used my name continue reading …