Chapter 6

Natalie POV

I returned to the New York townhouse in the rain.

On the way back to New York, I was like a puppet without a soul.

Pushing open the townhouse door, the living room was in chaos.

The locked box I'd left on the table had been forcibly pried open. That was where I stored all my IVF documentation and medical records.

Now, those consent forms, stimulation records, and embryo cultivation reports that carried three years of my suffering were torn to shreds, scattered across the floor like snow.

Sophie sat on the sofa, holding scissors, slowly cutting up…