The note haunted me.

I want him.

Not the baby,not the life she abandoned.

Him.

Adrian.

She had crossed a line I wasn’t ready to confront.That night, I didn’t sleep. Adrian paced the room, silent, fuming. The guards doubled again, surveillance updated. The nursery camera was upgraded. Motion-triggered. Sound-enabled. But none of that felt safe enough.

I sat on the edge of the bed and watched him go over the footage again. Frame by frame. Pixel by pixel. As if he could reach through the ...