My heart hammered.
“And?”
A long pause.
Then Trevor whispered:
“He found you.”
I stopped breathing.
“What?”
“He knows you might be his mother.”
My hands shook.
“Then why didn’t he contact me?”
Trevor’s voice broke.
“Because Malcolm told him you gave him away.”
The room went silent.
I stared at Henry’s photograph.
At the documents.
At the handwriting of the man I’d loved.
Then my phone vibrated.
A photograph appeared.
It showed Nathan Pierce standing outside Cedarline Capital.
Beside him was Eleanor.
And between them stood Malcolm Whitmore.
The photograph was dated three days before Trevor assaulted me.
Beneath it was a message from an unknown number.
**GLORIA, YOUR FAMILY HAS BEEN LYING TO YOU FOR FORTY-FOUR YEARS.**
Another message appeared.
**BUT THE BABY SWITCH ISN’T THE REASON WE NEEDED THE COMPANY.**
My heart began pounding.
Then a final photograph arrived.
It showed an old hospital document.
Two newborn boys.
