Jessica's POV

The memory hits me like a sledgehammer as I watch Connor sleep, his small face peaceful for once. Three weeks ago, when I was running errands in town and the stranger in the expensive suit approached me in the parking lot.

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Three Weeks Earlier

"Jessica Martinez?" The voice makes me freeze halfway to my car, grocery bags cutting into my palms.

I turn to find a man who screams money—tailored charcoal ...