“He took the paper from my hand and put it in the shredder.”

“Then he called security.”

“They escorted me out of the building.”

“They told me if I ever spoke about what I saw, they would ruin me.”

“They accused me of stealing patient records.”

“They made sure I could never get a job in a hospital again.”

“I lost my apartment.”

“I lost everything.”

Ethan looked down at the desk.

His hands were shaking now.

He picked up his phone.

The screen was still glowing with Daniel’s text.

“Daniel knew,” Ethan whispered.

“Daniel was at the hospital that night,” I said.

“He arrived just after Claire passed away.”

“I saw him talking to Dr. Vance in the hallway.”

“They were whispering.”

“They looked like partners, not strangers.”

Ethan’s thumb hovered over the screen.

Suddenly, the phone began to vibrate in his hand.

An incoming call.

*Daniel Pierce.*

Ethan did not answer it.

He let it ring, the harsh sound filling the quiet room.

“Why are you telling me this now?” Ethan asked.

“Because I see you,” I said.

“I see how you look at the nursery.”