ay, her voice a calm, steady blade. "A father who lost his child, a

rch of the Miller family, who had always preached the importance of family legacy, saw my daughter' s death as a n

other ask, though her tone was more curious t

"I' m providing for her. She' ll have the best care money can buy for the

usband speaking of his wife. The love he had professed, the life we h

nd her stood a younger woman, Monica. She was beautiful, with sharp, ambitious eyes that swept over

e. "Sarah will need a lot of care. Why don' t you sit with her? I know you' ll take g

"Of course, Eleanor

them. He avoided looking directly a

ge mix of pride and anxiety in his voice. "It' s about Moni

d the final bomb on th

s pre

le spread across her face. She turned to Monica, her eyes sh

o place a hand on Monica' s flat stomach

aid, her voice soft and demure, "but

avid, this is wonderful news! We must protect her. Monica, you mus

roud father-to-be. Monica, the vessel for the new heir. Eleanor, the doting grandmother. And me, th

heritance. He had already started a new family behind my back. The trips he said were for business, the late nights at the office, the g

nd. They were celebrating a new life while the scent of death still clung to me. My