She had a tiny patch of dark hair, just like Ethan’s.

I slipped my hand through the plastic porthole and let her tiny fingers wrap around my pinky.

“They are going to be okay,” Ethan whispered, standing close behind me.

“We are all going to be okay,” I said.

An hour later, Mr. Vance returned with a single sheet of paper.

It was the formal waiver of inheritance.

Ethan placed the paper on top of the incubator’s flat plastic top and signed his name at the bottom.

He did not hesitate for a second.

He handed the pen and the paper back to the lawyer.

“Tell my parents they can keep their legacy,” Ethan said. “I have mine right here.”

Mr. Vance nodded slowly, took the paper, and left the room without another word.

The silence that followed was peaceful and absolute.

The heavy weight that had hung over my shoulders for years seemed to evaporate.

Over the next two weeks, the news of Richard Harrison’s arrest filled the local papers.

The corporate empire he had built began to crumble under the weight of federal fraud and kidnapping charges.