Claus gestured to her to put the phone on speaker. She did without hesitation.

A woman’s voice sliced through the line. Her voice was raw, trembling with fury.

“Stop pretending. You know who this is, Mia Johnson. Where is my baby?”

Mia froze. Her throat went dry. “I… I’m sorry, who…?”

“Don’t play dumb!” the woman snapped. “Where is my son? Rick’s child…my child!”

“Oh!” Mia’s heart dropped. The room spun for a moment. She’d heard whispers about Rick’s ...