“I thought if I stayed away, she would at least take care of them with David’s money.”

“But she didn’t,” Clara sobbed, covering her face with her hands.

“She left them at the airport,” I said, my voice trembling with anger.

“She left them at Gate Seventeen like they were unwanted luggage.”

Clara let out a sharp, choked gasp of pain.

“My poor sweet babies,” she wept. “I am so sorry.”

Ryker walked over to Clara and placed a firm, steady hand on her shoulder.

“You do not have to apologize to anyone,” Ryker said.

“We are going to fight this,” Ryker added.

“But we need that will, Clara,” Ryker said. “Do you know where it is?”

Clara wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater.

“David kept a copy in a safety deposit box in Chicago,” Clara said.

“But Marissa has the key,” Clara added.

“I have the box number written down in my old journal.”

Marco took out his notepad and stepped closer to Clara.

“Give me the number,” Marco said. “I can get into that bank.”