PART 2:
“You what?” Miles whispered, staring at Emma as the newborn’s tiny fist curled against her chest.
Rain struck the brownstone windows harder, while Daniel Price remained frozen beside the fireplace, the folder of legal documents suddenly feeling like evidence in a case that had already begun.
Emma’s expression tightened with exhaustion and fear. “I tried to tell you, Miles. They made sure you never heard me.”
And then the first lie began to come apart—calls intercepted, letters taken, every attempt at contact quietly erased, all guided by a mother’s refined and deliberate hand behind the silence.
But when Noah opened his gray eyes, Miles understood something deeper.
The baby was not only proof of betrayal.
He was proof of something far older.
