The nurse’s warning whispered in my ear still haunted me: “Ask your son what happened at 3:00 AM.” Moments later, I eavesdropped on his panicked phone call on the fire escape: “If the police find out, we’re ruined.” My hands shook as I unlocked his briefcase in his office. The horrific adoption contract inside changed everything…

slamming his fist against the metal railing. “I’m begging you. If my mother finds out… if the police get involved… it’s over for all of us.”

I stopped breathing entirely. The concrete wall felt like ice against my spine, but a terrifying fire was blooming in my chest. If the baby I just held was safe in his room… who was Daniel talking to? And who continue reading …