chapel froze.

Another monitor picked up the baby’s heartbeat first.

Fast.

Strong.

Alive.

Then Clara’s.

Weak.

Slow.

But alive.

Marcus tried to leave immediately.

Detective Quinn arrived before he reached the elevator.

“Marcus Vale,” she said calmly while showing her badge, “sit down.”

He scoffed nervously.

“Do you even know who my family is?”

Quinn nodded.

“Yes. Financial continue reading …