I Was Told My Newborn Had Died—Then My Eight-Year-Old Son Asked Why Daddy Had Paid Aunt Rachel to Take the Crying Bundle

That was a possibility built into the timeline, not proof of how he learned what I had found.

Investigators would examine that later.

For now, he was there.

Eleanor was there too.

I saw her near the doorway when the officers made their presence known.

A uniformed officer came back to the safe position and told me to remain with Ethan until directed otherwise.

“I can see the house,” I said.

“I know.