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

dead,” I said quietly.

Ryan’s voice came through the line.

“Elise Monroe. Officially died two years ago in a car accident. But someone using her old federal witness handler code accessed Hannah’s sealed file yesterday.”

My hand tightened around the phone.

“From where?”

Ryan hesitated.

“Callahan Holdings.”

I turned slowly toward Hannah.

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