Two mothers.
Two identification numbers.
And beneath the records was a handwritten note.
**THIRD INFANT — FEMALE — TRANSFERRED WITHOUT MATERNAL CONSENT.**
I stared at it.
A third infant?
A girl?
My hands began trembling.
Then an unfamiliar woman’s voice came through a new call.
“Mrs. Sutter?”
I couldn’t breathe.
“Who is this?”
A pause.
“My name is Elizabeth.”
My heartbeat thundered.
“And forty-four years ago, someone took me from that hospital.”
I gripped the phone.
“What?”
She began crying.
“Gloria, I know about Trevor.”
A pause.
“And I know about Nathan.”
I stared at Detective Grant.
Then the woman whispered the words that made my entire world collapse.
“But neither of them was the child Henry was trying to protect.”
I couldn’t speak.
Elizabeth took a shaky breath.
“Your husband left the company to someone he believed would eventually find you.”
My heart hammered.
“Who?”
She began sobbing.
“Me.”
The room went silent.
