I Begged My Parents to Care for My Newborn After a Truck Accident. At 2 A.M., the Uncle They Dismissed Walked Into My Hospital Room.

Daniel left shortly after.

Beatrice lowered Noah into the bassinet.

Richard opened the envelope again and removed the photo.

“There’s something else,” he said.

Beneath the date on the back of the photo were four faded words: Tell Seraphina the truth.

Then, my phone rang.

My mother’s name lit up the screen.

PART 3