The hospital camera footage froze on the child’s face.

Curly black hair.

Eyes that mirrored Adrian’s too perfectly.

A birthmark under the left jaw—same as Granny Elizabeth’s. Same as Adrian’s late mother.

Vanessa pressed pause. The silence in the room stretched out like thread being pulled too tight.

“No date stamp,” she said. “But the footage was captured yesterday. From a hospital on the outskirts of the city.”

Adrian leaned closer. “Does she know we’ve seen ...