I lifted June from her stroller. She yawned, opened her eyes, and wrapped her tiny fingers around mine.
“This is your daughter,” I said to Brett. “The child you left behind before she was even born.”
Eleanor burst into tears, but I felt nothing. Some betrayals burn so deeply that there are no tears left.
Within days, every news station carried the story. The fundraiser collapsed, donors withdrew their money, and Brett’s consulting contracts vanished. Tessa quietly left town-
