Chapter 5

The summer night in Riverside City was filled with the sound of cicadas, and the dogwood tree cast dappled shadows under the moonlight. I sat down on a stone bench and opened my phone's photo album. There were only two photos left—one of Stacey and me, and the other was the ultrasound scan.

Baby, if you were still here, you'd probably be kicking me by now.

But you never got that chance.

Because your father killed you with his own hands.

My phone buzzed with a bank notification. Another 1.5 million dollars had been deposited. It was only the tenth…