“You can’t just… erase them,” I snapped, heart hammering.
She lifted a manicured hand, a threat hanging in the air.
“I will ruin you. I have the board, the investors, the press. One word from me and your Manhattan hotel will crumble before you even set foot in New York.”
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My gaze snagged on a recessed panel near the wall—a faint outline barely visible.
Instinct drove me forward; I pried it open, a small safe door sliding with a soft sigh.
Inside lay a single envelope, its seal unbroken.
Hands trembling, I tore it open to reveal a birth certificate bearing my name, the date, and the boys’ names beside it. FindBaby Names
The paper smelled of stale ink, a silent confirmation of the truth I’d denied.
Margaret’s eyes flickered to the certificate, cold fury sharpening.
“You think that changes anything?” she hissed.
