“In the building where you work. Top floor.”
My stomach tightened.
Peggy warned me to be careful.
But something inside told me to go.
At exactly four, the security guard made a call.
Then directed me to a private elevator.
The doors opened onto a quiet, marble-filled floor.
Behind a large desk stood an older man.
Silver hair.
Tear-filled eyes.
He walked toward me.
And then he knelt.
“The baby you saved,” he said softly, “is my grandson.”
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