PART 4 \u2014 WHAT THEY PLANNED BEFORE HER FIRST BREATH
\n“Because Eric said that once Chloe took her first breath, it would be too late to change who controlled the money.”
\nBarbara stared at Madison.
\nThen she dialed 911.
\nEric had spent months telling everyone Chloe was a burden.
\nBut suddenly I understood something terrifying.
\nBefore she was born, my daughter hadn’t been a burden to him at all.
\nShe had been leverage.
\nAnd whatever Eric had planned depended on doing something before she became legally recognized under the trust.
\n“Barbara,” I whispered. “What happens to the trust when Chloe is born?”
\nShe lowered the phone as the dispatcher answered.
\n“I need police,” she said quickly. “Possible fraud, forged medical documents, and threats. We have evidence.”
\nThen she gave our location.
\nAfter hanging up, she turned toward me.<\/p>\n
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“The trust is complicated.”
\n“Then make it simple.”
\nShe took a breath.
\n“Your daughter changed the beneficiary structure.”
\n“How?”
\n“Eric’s father didn’t trust him.”
\nThat surprised me.
\nBarbara looked out the windshield.
\n“My husband loved Eric. But he knew our son was impulsive. Selfish. He worried that if Eric inherited everything outright, he’d burn through it.”
\n“So he created conditions.”
\n“Yes.”
\n“And Chloe triggered one.”
\nBarbara nodded.
\n“Once Eric had a biological child, a protected family branch could be established for that child. Certain assets that might otherwise eventually pass under Eric’s control could instead be preserved for his descendants.”
\nI stared at her.
\n“Meaning Chloe.”
\n“Meaning Chloe.”
\nMadison whispered, “That’s what Eric hated.”<\/p>\n
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I turned.
\n“What?”
\n“He said the baby was stealing his inheritance.”
\nMy stomach twisted.
\n“She wasn’t even born.”
\n“I know.”
\n“He actually said that?”
\n“More than once.”
\nBarbara closed her eyes.
\nFor a moment, she looked twenty years older.
\n“What kind of mother raises a man who thinks his own child is stealing from him?”
\nI reached for her hand.
\n“Barbara.”
\nShe looked at me.
\n“This isn’t your fault.”
\nHer eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n
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“I defended him for years.”
\n“You didn’t know.”
\n“I chose not to know.”
\nThat silenced me.
\nThen she squeezed my hand.
\n“But I’m going to fix what I can.”
\nSirens approached in the distance.
\nMadison suddenly panicked.
\n“I can’t be here.”
\n“You have to,” Barbara said.
\n“Eric will know I talked.”
\n“He already knows.”
\n“You don’t understand.”
\n“Then help us understand.”
\nMadison looked down at the cracked phone.<\/p>\n
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“There are more recordings.”
\n“Play them.”
\n“Not here.”
\n“Why?”
\n“Because one of them mentions someone else.”
\nI felt another chill.
\n“Who?”
\nShe shook her head.
\n“I don’t know the name.”
\n“Then what does it say?”
\nMadison looked toward the approaching police car.
\n“It says Barbara.”
\nBarbara went still.
\n“What?”
\n“I heard Nathan tell Eric that if the plan worked, his mother would never know what happened.”
\nBarbara stared at her.
\n“What plan?”
\n“I don’t know.”
\nPolice arrived before Madison could answer.
\nThe next two hours blurred together.
\nStatements.
\nQuestions.
\nScreenshots.
\nCopies.
\nAn officer carefully photographed the forged authorization on Madison’s phone.
\nDaniel provided the financial records.
\nBarbara explained the trust.
\nI explained my pregnancy.
\nAnd Madison finally admitted she had entered my house with Eric while I was at a prenatal appointment.
\nShe had photographed my identification, insurance documents, medication, and signature samples because Eric claimed his attorney needed them for “divorce paperwork.”
\n“I knew it was wrong,” she said quietly. “I just didn’t understand how wrong.”
\nThe detective taking notes looked at her.
\n“You understand that doesn’t excuse your involvement.”
\n“I know.”
\nFor once, Madison didn’t argue.
\nThen Detective Alvarez turned toward me.
\n“Mrs. Whitmore, do you remember signing any medical release for Dr. Cole?”
\n“No.”
\n“Any document allowing your husband to make decisions regarding your prenatal care?”
\n“No.”
\n“Any document changing guardianship or financial rights concerning your unborn child?”
\n“No.”
\nHe nodded.
\n“We’ll need authenticated copies before determining exactly what these documents were intended to accomplish.”
\n“When?”
\n“As soon as possible.”
\nI hated that answer.
\nMy daughter had almost died.
\nI didn’t want “as soon as possible.”
\nI wanted the truth now.
\nThen Daniel spoke.
\n“I may know where to look.”
\nEveryone turned.
\nHe pointed to the forged document.
\n“There’s a reference number at the bottom.”
\n“So?”
\n“It’s not a hospital number.”
\nBarbara leaned closer.
\n“What is it?”
\n“It appears to correspond to a legal filing system.”
\nMy stomach dropped.
\n“A legal filing?”
\nDaniel nodded.
\n“Possibly something prepared by an attorney.”
\nEric hadn’t been working only with Dr. Cole.
\nThere might have been a lawyer involved too.
\nDetective Alvarez photographed the reference number.
\n“We’ll trace it.”
\nThen my phone rang.
\nMy neighbor.
\nFor one terrifying second, I thought something had happened to Chloe.
\nI answered immediately.
\n“Is she okay?”
\n“She’s fine,” my neighbor said. “But Claire, someone is outside your house.”
\nEvery muscle in my body tightened.
\n“Who?”
\n“A man. He keeps knocking.”
\n“What does he look like?”
\n“Maybe forties. Dark coat. Gray car.”
\n“Don’t open the door.”
\n“I won’t.”
\n“Can you see his face?”
\n“Not clearly.”
\nThen she whispered, “Wait.”
\n“What?”
\n“He’s leaving something.”
\n“Where?”
\n“On your porch.”
\nDetective Alvarez was already listening.
\n“What vehicle?” he asked.
\nMy neighbor described it.
\nThe detective wrote everything down.
\n“Can you see the license plate?”
\nShe moved toward a window.
\nThen suddenly gasped.
\n“What?”
\n“He looked right at me.”
\n“Get away from the window.”
\n“I am.”
\n“Did you see him?”
\n“Yes.”
\n“What did he look like?”
\nShe described him.
\nMy stomach turned.
\nI’d seen that face dozens of times.
\nAt prenatal appointments.
\nIn examination rooms.
\nStanding beside ultrasound monitors.
\n“Dr. Cole.”
\nEveryone froze.
\nDetective Alvarez immediately radioed another unit.
\nI called my neighbor back.
\n“Lock every door. Don’t touch whatever he left.”
\n“What is happening?”
\n“I’ll explain later. Just stay with Chloe.”
\nMy voice cracked when I said her name.
\nBarbara grabbed my hand.
\nWithin minutes, officers were headed toward my house.
\nWe followed.
\nWhen we arrived, my neighbor opened the door only after seeing the police.
\nI ran straight to Chloe.
\nShe was asleep in her carrier.
\nHer tiny chest rose.
\nFell.
\nRose.
\nFell.
\nI touched her cheek.
\nWarm.
\nSafe.
\nFor the moment.
\nBarbara stood behind me.
\n“She’s beautiful.”
\nI looked at her.
\n“Why would anyone do this to her?”
\nBarbara didn’t answer.
\nOutside, Detective Alvarez examined the envelope Dr. Cole had left on my porch.
\nHe wore gloves.
\nMy name was written across the front.
\nInside was a single sheet of paper.
\nAnd a flash drive.
\nThe note contained only one sentence:
\nYOU DON’T KNOW WHAT ERIC WAS REALLY TRYING TO PREVENT.
\nBarbara read it twice.
\n“What the hell does that mean?”
\nDetective Alvarez sealed the flash drive into an evidence bag.
\n“We’ll find out.”
\nBut Daniel was staring at the note.
\n“Maybe Eric wasn’t only trying to gain control of money.”
\nI looked at him.
\n“What else could there be?”
\nHe turned toward Barbara.
\n“Do you have the complete trust documents?”
\n“At home.”
\n“Every amendment?”
\n“I think so.”
\n“Think?”
\nBarbara frowned.
\n“My husband changed portions of the trust shortly before he died.”
\n“Do you know why?”
\n“He never told me.”
\nDaniel’s expression changed.
\n“We need those documents.”
\nWe drove to Barbara’s house with Detective Alvarez following.
\nIt was the first time I’d ever been inside her home without Eric.
\nFamily photographs covered the walls.
\nEric as a baby.
\nEric at ten.
\nEric graduating high school.
\nEric standing beside his father.
\nThen I noticed something strange.
\nThere were almost no photographs of Eric after his father died.
\nBarbara caught me looking.
\n“He changed after Daniel died.”
\n“Daniel?”
\n“My husband’s name.”
\nI glanced toward the forensic accountant.
\nHe smiled awkwardly.
\n“Coincidence.”
\nBarbara led us into her late husband’s office.
\nNothing had been touched much in years.
\nShe opened a cabinet.
\nThen another.
\nFinally, she removed a thick binder.
\n“Here.”
\nDaniel began reading.
\nFive minutes passed.
\nThen ten.
\nNobody spoke.
\nChloe slept against my chest.
\nFinally Daniel stopped.
\n“Barbara.”
\n“What?”
\n“There’s an amendment.”
\n“I told you.”
\n“No. A later one.”
\nShe moved beside him.
\nHer eyes widened.
\n“I’ve never seen this.”
\nThe amendment was dated six weeks before Eric’s father died.
\nBarbara read silently.
\nThen sat down.
\n“What does it say?” I asked.
\nShe looked at me.
\n“My husband created a separate protected trust for any future grandchildren.”
\n“Chloe.”
\n“Yes.”
\n“How much?”
\nHer voice shook.
\n“At current value?”
\nShe looked toward Daniel.
\nHe calculated quickly from the schedules attached.
\n“Approximately $8.4 million.”
\nI almost laughed because the number sounded impossible.
\n“Eight million?”
\n“Approximately.”
\n“And Eric can’t touch it?”
\nDaniel continued reading.
\n“Not if the child is legally established as a qualifying descendant.”
\nBarbara whispered, “That’s why.”
\nI stared at her.
\n“Why what?”
\n“That’s why Eric was desperate before Chloe was born.”
\nDaniel shook his head.
\n“Not quite.”
\nHe pointed to another paragraph.
\n“The protected trust doesn’t become active merely upon birth.”
\n“What does it require?”
\n“Proof of biological lineage.”
\nI frowned.
\n“But Eric is her father.”
\nBarbara stared at the page.
\nThen slowly looked at me.
\n“Unless Eric believed something else.”
\nMy stomach dropped.
\nMadison had told me Eric claimed Chloe wasn’t his.
\nI’d assumed it was simply a lie he used to justify leaving.
\nBut what if it wasn’t only for Madison?
\n“What if he planned to challenge paternity?” I whispered.
\nDaniel nodded.
\n“If he could establish that Chloe wasn’t his biological child, she wouldn’t qualify for the protected trust.”
\n“But she is his.”
\n“Then he’d need evidence saying otherwise.”
\nMedical evidence.
\nMy eyes met Barbara’s.
\n“Dr. Cole.”
\nSuddenly the altered medical records made sense.
\nThe forged authorizations.
\nThe private payments.
\nThe stolen signature samples.
\nBut one thing didn’t.
\n“Why would they need to do anything before she was born? A DNA test afterward would prove Eric is her father.”
\nDaniel looked at the amendment again.
\nThen his face changed.
\n“Unless…”
\n“What?”
\nHe flipped several pages.
\n“There’s another clause.”
\nBarbara leaned over him.
\n“What clause?”
\n“If Eric dies, disclaims paternity under specific circumstances, or is deemed legally unable to administer certain interests, control passes…”
\nHe stopped.
\n“To whom?” I demanded.
\nHe looked at Barbara.
\n“To the child’s court-recognized guardian or designated trustee.”
\nBarbara frowned.
\n“That still doesn’t explain it.”
\n“No.”
\nDaniel turned the page.
\n“But this might.”
\nAttached to the amendment was a sealed memorandum.
\nBarbara had never opened it.
\nThe seal bore her husband’s initials.
\nShe broke it.
\nInside was a handwritten letter.
\nBarbara recognized the handwriting immediately.
\n“Daniel…”
\nHer late husband.
\nHer hands shook as she read.
\nThen she began crying.
\n“What does it say?”
\nShe handed it to me.
\nThe letter was addressed to Barbara.
\nIt said that if Eric ever became a father, Daniel wanted his grandchild protected from the mistakes he feared Eric might make.
\nHe wrote that Eric had developed an unhealthy obsession with money.
\nThat he’d lied.
\nGambled.
\nBorrowed.
\nManipulated people.
\nAnd there was one sentence Barbara read aloud:
\n“If our son ever sees his own child as a path to wealth rather than a human being to love, protect that child from him\u2014even if protecting the child means protecting them from us.”
\nBarbara covered her mouth.
\n“He knew.”
\nDaniel nodded.
\n“He suspected.”
\nThen Detective Alvarez’s phone rang.
\nHe stepped outside.
\nWhen he returned, his expression had changed.
\n“We found Dr. Cole.”
\n“Where?”
\n“At his clinic.”
\n“Did he confess?”
\n“No.”
\n“But?”
\n“He asked for an attorney immediately.”
\nMy heart sank.
\nThen Alvarez continued.
\n“But before he stopped talking, he said something.”
\n“What?”
\n“He said Eric lied to him too.”
\nBarbara stood.
\n“About what?”
\n“He wouldn’t say.”
\n“Of course.”
\n“He did give us one thing.”
\nAlvarez placed a photograph on the desk.
\nIt showed a document recovered from Dr. Cole’s office.
\nMy name was printed at the top.
\nEric’s underneath.
\nAnd beside Chloe’s name were two words:
\nPATERNITY EXCLUSION.
\nI stared at it.
\n“What is that?”
\n“At first glance, it appears someone was preparing documentation claiming Eric was excluded as Chloe’s biological father.”
\n“That’s impossible.”
\n“Was a prenatal paternity test ever performed?”
\n“No.”
\n“Did anyone ever take a sample from you for genetic testing?”
\n“No.”
\nThen I remembered.
\nA prenatal appointment.
\nDr. Cole telling me they needed additional bloodwork.
\nI’d never questioned it.
\nMy skin went cold.
\n“Maybe.”
\nEveryone stared at me.
\n“Dr. Cole took blood.”
\n“When?”
\n“About a month before Chloe was born.”
\nDetective Alvarez wrote it down.
\n“What did he say it was for?”
\n“Routine testing.”
\nBarbara whispered, “Oh my God.”
\nBut I shook my head.
\n“It doesn’t matter. Any real test would show Eric is Chloe’s father.”
\nDetective Alvarez looked at me carefully.
\n“Unless the sample labeled as Eric’s didn’t come from Eric.”
\nSilence.
\nThe possibility was horrifyingly simple.
\nThey wouldn’t need to alter Chloe’s DNA.
\nThey only needed to submit another man’s sample under Eric’s name.
\nThen create a report claiming he wasn’t the father.
\n“What would that accomplish?” I asked.
\nDaniel answered.
\n“It could have been used to challenge Chloe’s status under the trust.”
\n“And the forged documents?”
\n“Possibly to make the testing appear authorized.”
\nBarbara clenched her fists.
\n“My son tried to erase his own daughter from the family to keep her inheritance.”
\nBut Detective Alvarez raised a hand.
\n“We don’t know that yet.”
\nThen his phone buzzed.
\nA message.
\nHe read it.
\nHis eyes narrowed.
\n“What now?” Barbara asked.
\n“The flash drive.”
\nMy heart stopped.
\n“What was on it?”
\n“Our digital team made a forensic copy.”
\n“And?”
\n“There’s an audio file.”
\nMadison stood in the doorway.
\nShe had gone completely pale.
\n“What audio file?”
\nAlvarez looked at her.
\n“You may already know.”
\nShe sat down.
\nHe placed his phone on the desk.
\n“I can play a short portion that has been cleared for immediate investigative review.”
\nHe pressed play.
\nStatic.
\nThen Eric’s voice.
\n“You promised the report would be ready before the delivery.”
\nDr. Cole answered.
\n“I told you, I can’t guarantee when she goes into labor.”
\nEric:
\n“Then make sure the paperwork is finished first.”
\nCole:
\n“This isn’t what we agreed.”
\nEric:
\n“I paid you.”
\nCole:
\n“You paid me to provide information. Not to falsify a genetic result.”
\nMy entire body went numb.
\nEric’s voice came again.
\n“Nobody is falsifying anything. You’re correcting a problem.”
\nCole:
\n“The baby is yours, Eric.”
\nSilence.
\nThen Eric said:
\n“Not on paper.”
\nBarbara began crying.
\nThe recording continued.
\nCole:
\n“And what happens when Claire demands another test after the birth?”
\nEric:
\n“She won’t.”
\nCole:
\n“Why?”
\nAnother pause.
\nThen Eric said something so quietly we almost missed it.
\n“Because by then, she won’t be the one making decisions.”
\nThe recording ended.
\nNobody moved.
\nMy arms tightened around Chloe.
\n“What did he mean?”
\nDetective Alvarez looked grim.
\n“We need the rest of the audio.”
\nMadison started sobbing.
\n“I knew it.”
\nI turned toward her.
\n“Knew what?”
\n“I heard that conversation.”
\n“You recorded it?”
\nShe nodded.
\n“But there was more.”
\n“Where?”
\n“The recording on that drive isn’t complete.”
\nAlvarez leaned forward.
\n“How do you know?”
\n“Because I was standing outside the room.”
\nMy heart hammered.
\n“What did Eric say next?”
\nMadison stared at me.
\n“He said after you had the baby, everyone would believe you weren’t mentally capable of caring for her.”
\nI felt as if I’d been punched.
\n“What?”
\n“He was collecting things.”
\n“What things?”
\n“Your messages when you were upset. Photos of the house when you were sick. Every time you cried. Every time you forgot something.”
\nBarbara looked horrified.
\n“He was building a case against her.”
\nMadison nodded.
\n“He wanted Claire declared unstable.”
\n“For custody?” I asked.
\n“No.”
\nThat one word terrified me.
\n“Then why?”
\nMadison looked toward Chloe.
\n“Because if you couldn’t make decisions for Chloe, Eric believed he could control who did.”
\nDaniel immediately returned to the trust.
\n“The guardian.”
\nBarbara whispered.
\n“He wanted control over Chloe’s guardian.”
\nMadison shook her head.
\n“No.”
\n“Then who?”
\nShe looked directly at Barbara.
\n“He didn’t plan to be Chloe’s guardian.”
\nMy skin went cold.
\n“Who did he choose?”
\nMadison began crying harder.
\n“I didn’t know until I saw the paperwork.”
\n“What paperwork?”
\n“The document I helped him copy from your house wasn’t the only one.”
\nShe unlocked her phone again.
\nScrolled.
\nThen stopped.
\n“I photographed this because it scared me.”
\nShe handed the phone to Detective Alvarez.
\nHe read the image.
\nHis expression hardened.
\nThen he passed it to Barbara.
\nShe looked at it.
\nAnd dropped the phone.
\n“No.”
\nI picked it up.
\nThe document appeared to be a draft petition.
\nMy name was there.
\nChloe’s name was there.
\nEric’s name was there.
\nAnd under PROPOSED TEMPORARY GUARDIAN was another name.
\nNot Eric.
\nNot Barbara.
\nNot Madison.
\nA woman I hadn’t spoken to in almost twelve years.
\nMy mother.
\nLinda Harper.
\nMy hands went numb.
\n“Why is my mother’s name on this?”
\nBarbara stared at me.
\n“I thought your mother was dead.”
\n“So did I.”
\nThe room went silent.
\nBecause that was what Eric believed too.
\nThat was what everyone believed.
\nMy mother had disappeared when I was sixteen.
\nNo calls.
\nNo letters.
\nNothing.
\nAfter years without contact, I’d eventually been told she’d died overseas.
\nAt least, that was what my father had told me before he died.
\nBut the document in my hand listed an address.
\nA recent address.
\nAnd a recent signature.
\nDetective Alvarez looked at me.
\n“Mrs. Whitmore…”
\nI couldn’t take my eyes off the page.
\n“If this is authentic, your mother may be alive.”
\nI shook my head.
\n“No.”
\nThen Madison whispered:
\n“Eric met her.”
\nI turned so quickly my neck hurt.
\n“What?”
\n“I saw them together.”
\n“When?”
\n“Three weeks before Chloe was born.”
\nMy knees weakened.
\n“Where?”
\n“At Dr. Cole’s clinic.”
\nBarbara whispered, “Why would Eric meet Claire’s mother?”
\nMadison’s face twisted with fear.
\n“Because Linda wasn’t supposed to become Chloe’s guardian permanently.”
\n“What does that mean?”
\nMadison looked at me.
\n“She was supposed to sign something after she got temporary control.”
\n“Sign what?”
\n“I never saw the final document.”
\n“What did Eric say?”
\nMadison swallowed.
\n“He said once Linda signed it, nobody could take the money away from him.”
\nI stared at her.
\n“What money?”
\n“The $8.4 million?”
\nShe shook her head.
\n“No.”
\nDaniel stopped breathing.
\nBarbara noticed.
\n“What?”
\nHe was staring at the trust binder.
\nHe flipped rapidly through the final pages.
\nThen he found something.
\nAn attached asset schedule.
\nHis eyes widened.
\n“Barbara…”
\n“What?”
\n“The $8.4 million isn’t the entire inheritance.”
\nSilence.
\n“What are you talking about?”
\n“That’s only the liquid portion.”
\nHe turned the document toward us.
\n“There are company shares attached to the protected descendant trust.”
\nBarbara stared.
\n“How many?”
\nDaniel calculated.
\nThen recalculated.
\nHis face lost color.
\n“If the valuation is current…”
\n“Daniel.”
\nHe looked at me.
\n“Chloe’s total beneficial interest could eventually be worth more than forty million dollars.”
\nNobody spoke.
\nForty million.
\nEric hadn’t abandoned Chloe because she was worthless to him.
\nHe had abandoned her because he couldn’t control what she was worth.
\nAnd somewhere in the middle of it all was my mother.
\nA woman I’d mourned.
\nA woman I believed had been dead for years.
\nDetective Alvarez immediately requested officers check the address on the document.
\nTwenty minutes later, his phone rang.
\nWe all watched him answer.
\n“Alvarez.”
\nHe listened.
\nHis expression changed.
\n“When?”
\nAnother pause.
\n“Did anyone see where she went?”
\nMy heart pounded.
\nHe ended the call.
\n“What happened?”
\n“The address is real.”
\nI couldn’t breathe.
\n“And?”
\n“Neighbors confirmed a woman named Linda Harper lived there.”
\n“Lived?”
\n“Until this morning.”
\nMy stomach dropped.
\n“Where is she now?”
\n“Nobody knows.”
\nBarbara reached for me.
\nBut Alvarez wasn’t finished.
\n“She left in a hurry approximately two hours ago.”
\n“Why?”
\n“We don’t know.”
\nThen his phone buzzed again.
\nThis time it was a photograph sent by one of the officers.
\nA nearly empty apartment.
\nA suitcase missing.
\nDrawers open.
\nAnd on a kitchen table…
\na photograph.
\nDetective Alvarez enlarged it.
\nIt was me.
\nPregnant.
\nWalking out of my obstetrician’s office.
\nThe picture had been taken from across the street.
\nOn the back, someone had written:
\nSHE STILL DOESN’T KNOW.
\nI felt sick.
\n“Know what?”
\nNobody answered.
\nThen my phone vibrated.
\nUnknown number.
\nA text.
\nMy hands shook as I opened it.
\nThere was no greeting.
\nOnly seven words.
\nCLAIRE, DON’T BELIEVE WHAT ERIC TOLD YOU.
\nA second message arrived.
\nI KNOW WHAT HE DID BEFORE CHLOE’S BIRTH.
\nThen a third.
\nAND I KNOW WHY YOUR FATHER LIED ABOUT ME.
\nI stared at the screen.
\n“Barbara…”
\n“What?”
\nI showed her.
\nThen another message appeared.
\nTHIS IS MOM.
\nMy heart stopped.
\nFor twelve years, I had believed my mother was dead.
\nNow she was texting me.
\nAnd before I could respond, one final message arrived.
\nIt contained a photograph.
\nA hospital bracelet.
\nMine.
\nFrom the night Chloe was born.
\nBeside it was a sealed envelope with my name written across the front.
\nThen came the message that changed everything:
\nERIC THINKS THE BIGGEST SECRET IS ABOUT CHLOE’S INHERITANCE.
\nHE’S WRONG.
\nTHE BIGGEST SECRET IS ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU IN THAT OPERATING ROOM…………………..<\/p>\n
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