I Found a Newborn in My Ex-Wife’s Home on Christmas Eve, Then the Truth Came Knocking

was blank.

My throat tightened.

“Gavin?” Emily said.

I folded the paper carefully, buying myself a second. “My mother uses that firm.”

Emily’s face shifted with an emotion I couldn’t quite read. Not surprise. More like the confirmation of something she had feared and refused to say aloud.

“Why would your mother want Noah’s records?” Margaret asked.

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