Carolina had a child before she ever met him. A child she’d completely erased from her own history.

The next morning, the hospital felt like a different world, as if the sun were shining on a truth that could no longer be buried.

His attorney, a stern but compassionate man named Charlie Olson, arrived at eight to assess the situation.

“We’re filing for temporary custody and a restraining order immediately,” Charlie said, his jaw tightening as he reviewed the documents Jenna had sent.

“With this report, the medical evidence, the witness testimony, and these documents, there’s no way the court will allow Carolina unsupervised access to this child.”

“What about Fernanda?” Sawyer asked.