My Husband Left Me for Dead to Collect the Insurance — the One Person I’d Wronged Was the One Who Came For Me
And then it all came back at once — the vault, Victor’s calm voice in the speaker, my sister’s face in a photograph — and I tried to sit up, and one word came out of me before any other.
“My babies.”
Marcus rose from a chair by the window, where he had, I learned, been sitting all night.
“They’re alive, Clara,” he said.
“Both of them.
They’re right upstairs.”
My daughter, Maya, had been born weighing barely three and a half pounds.
My son, Liam, just over three.
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