To steal my unborn baby, my mother-in-law cornered me with a forged notice of my husband’s death. “You have no one left to protect you,” she sneered, forcing custody papers into my hand. But as I backed away, the front door burst open, and a voice she never expected to hear shouted…

to escape.

But as a crack of lightning illuminated the study, a tall, imposing shadow fell across the doorway. The emergency generator hummed to life, bathing the room in a harsh, yellow light.

Victoria stood in the doorframe, Martha looming behind her. In Victoria’s hands was a thick stack of legal papers.

“I was hoping you’d remain asleep, Clara,” Victoria continue reading …