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…

the vault.

Elise collapsed. The frantic tension in her body snapped, and she folded forward, sobbing so violently her shoulders shook. I slid across the sofa and wrapped my arms around her. I held her tight, letting her weep against my shoulder, smelling the sour sweat of panic and the sweet, milky scent of the baby pressed between us.

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