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…

unspoken words. The baby slept soundly in the bassinet, completely oblivious to the hurricane gathering around him. But I was watching Daniel. His leg bounced incessantly. He checked his phone every thirty seconds, his thumb hovering over the screen like a weapon.

Around noon, an administrator knocked on the door.

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