They did not fully understand everything that had happened.
They only knew that Mommy had promised them a new home.
A place where the ocean was nearby.
A place where the sunsets were beautiful.
A place where nobody would ever make them feel like they were not enough.
Our flight was a one-way ticket toward California.
Toward a peaceful new beginning.
Toward a life where love—not a family name—would define our future.
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in Manhattan, Alexander was driving in the opposite direction.
He headed straight toward an elite private reproductive medicine center in Midtown.
Inside the luxurious VIP ultrasound suite reserved for wealthy clients, his entire family had already gathered.
His parents.
His sister Charlotte.
His brother-in-law.
And Brianna Hayes’ mother.
They had decorated the room like it was a celebration.
Rare white orchids filled crystal vases.
Bottles of expensive non-alcoholic sparkling cider were ready to be opened.
