“This concerns the baby you found. We need to meet tomorrow at four o’clock. In the building where you work.”
My stomach tightened.
“Who is this?”
“Just come to the top floor.”
Peggy warned me to be careful, but something inside told me to go.
At exactly four, the security guard made a call, then directed me to a private elevator.
The doors opened onto a quiet, marble-filled floor.
Behind a large desk stood an older man with silver hair and tear-filled eyes.
He walked toward me—and then knelt.
“The baby you saved… he is my grandson.”
I couldn’t speak.
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