Chapter 5
The first news story broke at noon.
Christian Prescott remains devoted after tragic attack on fiancée.
There he was.
Outside the hospital.
Eyes wet.
Voice trembling.
“My Genevieve is the strongest woman I know,” he told reporters. “We ask for privacy and prayers.”
I watched from bed while my face burned beneath bandages.
My attorney stood beside me.
“Turn it off,” I whispered.
Eleanor muted the screen but left the image.
“You need to see what mask he is wearing.”
“I know the mask.”
“No,” she said. “You loved the mask.”
That hurt because it was true.
Dr. Chen entered with lab results.
“Genevieve, I reviewed your fertility treatments.”
My lungs tightened.
Eleanor moved closer.
“Tell me.”
Dr. Chen’s voice softened.
“Some of the supplements prescribed by Dr. Lawson contained compounds contraindicated during pregnancy.”
I closed my eyes.
“My miscarriages.”
“I cannot say without a full investigation. But there are red flags.”
Red flags.
Such a small phrase for graves no one else could see.
I had named each baby privately.
Hope.
June.
Thomas.
Christian had helped me bury them in silence while he knew he was holding Leo somewhere else.
“Find Lawson,” I said.
Eleanor nodded.
“Already done.”
By evening, Dr. Lawson had vanished from his office.
His files were wiped.
His nurse, however, had kept copies.
She called Eleanor crying.
“I knew something was wrong,” she said on speaker. “But Dr. Lawson said Mr. Prescott had legal authority.”
“He did not,” Eleanor said.
The nurse sent records.
Payments from Christian’s company.
Notes about “fertility limitation.”
A message from Sabrina.
Make sure Genevieve cannot surprise us with a baby before the wedding.
I stared at those words until they blurred.
May you like
Sabrina had not just hidden.
She had helped.
