I stared at her, confusion battling shock. “What savings?”
“The ten thousand dollars,” she said flatly. “The one he moved into your name.”
My stomach dropped, and not just from fear. “That money is for hospital bills. For the baby.”
Evelyn laughed softly. “That baby doesn’t need it. I do.”
Before I could respond, before I could even process the implication, the front door unlocked.
Footsteps.
A familiar voice humming.
And everything shifted.
Chapter Two: When the Truth Walked In
Daniel Hart wasn’t supposed to be home for hours. He had left that morning in a rush, apologizing for another long day, promising takeout and foot rubs and a weekend off once this project wrapped.
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