Chapter 8: Twins
His mother smiled.
“Poor girl. Still pretending she has cards left to play.”
That afternoon, the man they called Captain Hayes took me to a private clinic on the top floor of a hospital with no name on the entrance.
Doctors I recognized from magazine covers greeted him like royalty.
One had delivered a prime minister’s child.
Another had pioneered fetal surgery.
A silver-haired obstetrician took my hand warmly.
“Mrs. Vale,” she said, “we’re going to take excellent care of you and the twins.”
Twins.
I covered my mouth with both hands.
The man beside me stood quietly, his cane still against the marble floor.
For the first time in months, I broke.
“Why are you helping me?” I asked.
He looked out over the city below.
“Because Adrian Vale destroys people and calls it business,” he said. “And because you deserved backup.” Continue Reading ⬇️
