Grace's POV

Monday morning, Hunter had already taken the day off. We would need to go to the police station after the scan so I could make a statement about the surrogacy. The detectives had called late Sunday afternoon. So much for contacting us later; they hadn't waited long.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at my reflection. My hand drifted to my stomach for the thousandth time since waking. Today we'd see our baby for the first time. Hear the heartbeat. Make it real in a ...