Chapter 4
He sat down slowly at the edge of my bed, hands tightly clasped.
“Your mother wasn’t the only pregnant woman at Vale Harbor,” he said.
My entire body went still.
“My hand instinctively moved toward my stomach, as if remembering the shape of Lucas even now, though he was already born.
“Who was she?” I asked.
Richard exhaled slowly. “Elise Morgan. She worked in the estate archives. Quiet. Careful. Brilliant with details.”
“And the baby?”
“Richard.”
“The child disappeared the night of the fire,” he finally said.
A chill spread through me.
“Disappeared?”
“Yes.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“I know.”
I stared at him. “Was the baby alive?”
“We believed so.”
“We?”
“Your mother. Nora Bell. And me.”
My mother’s name hit the room like a second heartbeat I didn’t recognize. For my entire life, she had been ordinary in my memory—warm kitchens, folded laundry, quiet mornings. Now that version of her felt like only half a story.
“What happened that night?” I asked.
Richard moved closer, but didn’t sit again until I nodded. Even then, he stayed tense, like he expected the room itself to punish him.
“Vale Harbor wasn’t just a home,” he said. “It was my family’s estate—offices, docks, archives. My father kept everything there. Contracts. Secrets. Records of things no one was supposed to trace.”
“And my mother worked there?”
“Yes. She was hired in finance. She noticed irregularities—money moving through false names, hidden trusts, medical records, even adoption-related transfers.”
“Adoptions?”
He nodded once. “That’s what changed everything.”
I looked at the letter again. My mother hadn’t written it blindly. She had written it knowing it might one day reach me.
“She found something,” I said.
“Yes. Something tied to sealed records—and a missing child.”
My attention flicked to the NICU monitor showing Lucas sleeping peacefully.
“What does Elise Morgan have to do with it?”
Richard lowered his voice.
“She had access to restricted archives. Your mother and Nora helped her copy files. They were trying to understand what my father was hiding.”
“And you?”
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“I found out too late.”
His jaw tightened.
