It was sheer, unadulterated fear.

At two in the morning, Jenna sent him a message. “I found it in the back of her closet, Sawyer. You really need to see this.”

Then came the photos: a blue folder, old legal documents, a birth certificate, adoption papers, and a letter handwritten by Carolina when she was nineteen.

Sawyer opened the images and tried to read, but the words swam before his eyes as the reality set in.

I hereby voluntarily relinquish all legal custody of the minor, Fernanda…

He collapsed into the hospital chair as if his legs had given out.