Thorne choked, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“She’s… she’s alive!
God forgive me, she’s alive!”
A surge of electricity shot through my spine.
“What did you say?”
“The baby… the baby is alive!”
Thorne sobbed, his composure completely collapsing.
“She was born six hours premature… severe distress, but she had a pulse!
Lucas paid me to declare the baby a stillbirth, falsify the medical record, and transfer the infant to a private transport team waiting at the back bay!
They… they were going to drop her at an undisclosed private facility in Mexico so you and Clara would think she died!”
They didn’t just try to kill my wife. They tried to steal my daughter.
They wanted to use my baby girl as an ultimate, secret lever of leverage against me—or simply dispose of her when it was convenient, leaving Clara broken forever.
“Where is the transport team?”
I asked, my voice dropping into a register that terrified even me.
