Patricia smiled.
Just a little.
Too little for anyone else to notice.
But Ryan noticed.
His stomach dropped.
Because her smile did not say they were too late.
It said they were looking in the wrong place.
The NICU doors opened behind him.
A nurse stepped out.
“Family for Baby B?”
Ryan turned.
“I’m family.”
Her face was pale.
“Dr. Patel needs you. Immediately.”
For one terrible second, all the evidence, all the money, all the crimes, all the Whitmores disappeared.
There was only a baby girl fighting behind glass.
Ryan moved toward the NICU.
Then his phone buzzed again.
This time, it was not Marisol.
It was an unknown number.
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