Chapter 3

Just then, hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway outside.

Samuel's mother, Evelyn Grant, rushed in, followed by his father.

The moment she saw the baby in the crib, her eyes welled up with tears and she rushed over. "She's here? Why didn't you call us sooner?"

Grace shot back, her face icy. "We did call. But your son was too busy comforting his old flame to pick up."

Evelyn froze, then turned to Samuel. "What does that mean?"

No one said a word in the room.

Then she looked at me. Her gaze lingered on my pale face, on the…