Then he stepped into the hall and asked Marlowe to bring the child in.

Chapter 14 — The Stamp on the Photo

“Posy is your biological daughter,” Marlowe said, her voice steady and quiet.

“I was already pregnant, weeks before your mother took that photo outside the clinic.”

Desmond looked down at the clinic’s rubber stamp on the corner of the original print.

The date matched, exactly, the afternoon his mother had sworn Marlowe was betraying him.