And then he remembered Grace’s eyes—terrified, but honest.
“Grace…” His voice cracked. “Is that doctor still alive?”
She nodded.
“He hates wealthy men,” she warned. “They destroyed his career.”
Richard clenched his fists. For the first time in his life, money was a curse.
“Please,” he said. “Help me save my daughter.”
That word—please—had never passed his lips before.
At four in the morning, Grace wrapped Emily carefully and slipped out through the service entrance. Richard followed in disguise, wearing old clothes, driving an unmarked car.
They traveled six hours into the mountains, where GPS failed and the air smelled of pine and rain.
A small wooden cabin stood alone.
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