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…

Daniel slammed on the brakes in front of a dark blue, two-story house. There were no lights on inside. The driveway was empty, save for a child’s tricycle tipped over on the wet grass—a remnant, I assumed, of the life Elise had planned with her husband.

We threw open the car doors and sprinted through the freezing rain up the concrete path.

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