Some babies went to the women who carried them.
Others did not.
“What does that mean?” I asked. Emily’s face went pale. “He chose which families deserved them.” Grace stirred in the bassinet.
Emily watched her.
“Tessa wasn’t supposed to leave with the baby.” The room became very quiet. According to the files, Tessa was only a carrier. After delivery, Grace was supposed to be transferred to a couple from another state. They had paid Bellweather $240,000.
Tessa knew none of it.
Neither did Emily. “What happened ten days ago?” Detective Cole asked. “Caroline called me at six in the morning. Tessa had gone into labor.” Emily had brought Noah and Lily to me because she planned to meet Caroline at a motel.
She expected to be gone a few hours.
They were going to take the records to a lawyer.
But Caroline never arrived. Instead, Emily received a video. On the screen, Caroline sat in a chair inside Bellweather. Her face was bruised. Voss stood behind her. “He knew about the files,” Emily said. “He told me to come alone if I wanted Caroline alive.”
I covered my mouth.
“You went?” “I couldn’t call the police.” “Why?” “Because he sent me a photograph of Detective Harris standing in his office.” Harris had led the search for Emily. He had sat at my kitchen table and promised me he would bring my daughter home.
Every night, he called with updates.
No witnesses. No cameras. No clues. He had been making sure there weren’t any. Detective Cole paused the recorder.
Then she left the room.
When she returned, two officers were gone. “Continue,” she said. Emily drove to Bellweather through a rear service entrance. Voss took her phone. He showed her Tessa, sedated and restrained in a recovery room.
Grace had been born less than an hour earlier.
Caroline was there too. Alive. Voss offered Emily a choice. Sign new paperwork surrendering all rights to the embryo, and both women would be released.
“I signed,” Emily said.
I stared at her.
“You signed away the baby?” “I was trying to keep them alive.” Voss made her stay while his staff prepared Grace for transport. That was when Emily saw the monitors. Every infant wore an ankle band.
Each band showed a location, a medical file, and a payment status.
Payment status. Babies listed like inventory. Some had green circles beside their names. Others had red ones. Grace’s was gold.
“What did gold mean?” Cole asked.
“Private transfer completed.” The buyers were scheduled to arrive the next morning.
Emily waited until Voss left the recovery wing. Caroline had hidden a key card inside her shoe. They freed Tessa.
Then the power went out.
“Caroline did that,” Emily said. “She said the backup system would lock the main exits but open the old fire doors.” The three women ran. Tessa could barely walk. So Emily carried Grace. They reached the parking area and found Detective Harris was waiting. My hands went cold.
“What happened?”
“Caroline told us to run.” Emily’s voice cracked. “She stayed behind.” “Is she dead?” I asked. “I don’t know.”
Emily stole a clinic SUV.
She drove Tessa and Grace to an abandoned hunting cabin Caroline had prepared. They stayed there for nine days while Tessa recovered. No phones. No bank cards. No roads with cameras.
“Why didn’t you come home?” I demanded.
“Because Harris was watching you.” She looked at me. “The second I appeared, he would know where Tessa was.” On the ninth night, Tessa developed a fever. Her bleeding worsened.
Emily decided they couldn’t wait.
She drove Tessa to a hospital across the state line, left her at the emergency entrance with the flash drive, and waited until doctors took her inside. Then she drove home with Grace. “You left Tessa alone?”
“She made me.” Emily’s eyes filled.
“She said if we both stayed, Harris could take the baby before anyone opened the files.”
Detective Cole stood. “We need to move.” “Why?” I asked. She looked toward the curtained window. “Because Harris knows Emily is here.”
Headlights swept across my living room wall.
A car stopped outside. Then another. Detective Cole drew her weapon. “Everyone down.” The front door shook beneath a heavy knock.
“County Police!” a man called. “We have an order to recover an abducted infant.”
Emily grabbed Grace. Detective Cole pulled her away from the bassinet.
“Leave the baby.” “No.” “Emily, listen to me.”
The newborn began crying.
Outside, Detective Harris called my daughter’s name. “Emily, you’re not in trouble. Open the door.” His voice sounded exactly as it had during the search. Warm. Patient.
Safe.
Noah appeared halfway down the stairs. “That’s the policeman who came before.” I ran to him. The front window shattered.
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