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

came. She looked down at the photograph again, thumb brushing the older woman’s face.

“Who is Elise?” I asked.

Hannah closed the folder.

“No one.”

“Hannah.”

“No.”

“Hannah, Liam is missing. Julia threatened you. Your apartment was searched. If Elise can help—”

“She can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because she’s dead.”

The room quieted.

“When?”

Hannah’s eyes filled, but she blinked continue reading …