“Sir, I found your son beside the dumpster outside your mansion,” a soaking wet little girl said as she handed over a crying baby wrapped in a black trash bag. The billionaire, declared sterile twelve years earlier, didn’t panic. He stared into the child’s eyes and asked, “Who sent you here to play this sick game?” The little girl pointed a trembling finger at the top of the grand staircase, whispering, “The lady who told us to throw him away.”
devoid of color, consumed by a guilt so profound it looked as though it were eating her alive.
“I couldn’t do it,” Pamela sobbed, collapsing against the doorframe. “I never wanted the baby to die. I only wanted him to disappear quietly, to be absorbed into the foster system so our… so the financial scheme wouldn’t unravel.”
