I moved into a small rented apartment above a bakery and spent night after night reading medical reports I barely understood, searching for the mistake that had ruined the future I thought I’d have.

They assumed I’d disappeared because they had broken me.

Chapter 2 — Really?

I smiled. “Really?”
Preston laughed. “Still pretending you know something?”

Two minutes later, Dr. Nathan Sinclair stepped out of the elevator in a dark suit, carrying a sealed hospital envelope.

Madison saw him first. The baby bottle slipped from her hand and hit the floor, milk spreading across the polished tiles.

Preston frowned at her.