Katie didn’t deny it. “I wanted to bring him home, to the family he belonged to.”

“He had a mother who loved him.”

“He had a poor woman who made him sleep in a filthy office,” Katie shot back. “I could have given him the best schools, a real name, a future.”

“You destroyed his future.”

Her face went to ice. “It was an accident. We had to protect the hospital’s name. Thousands of people depend on this business.”

Alistair set an old notebook from her own desk in front of her, open to a page where she’d written Sawyer’s name and three words beside it: Case closed.