I walked over to his crib and lifted him into my arms.

He felt warm and solid against my chest.

Ethan came up behind me, watching us.

“We have a lot of work to do,” he said quietly.

“We do,” I said.

The room felt peaceful, the silence no longer heavy with secrets.

But as I rocked Liam, I noticed a small, white envelope lying on the changing table.

It had not been there when I left this morning.

There was no stamp on it, only my name written in a precise, unfamiliar hand.

I set Liam back down in his crib and walked over to the table.

Ethan was busy checking on Clara, his back turned to me.

I picked up the envelope and slid my finger under the seal.

Inside was a single sheet of paper, folded in three.

I unfolded it, my back to the door.

The handwriting was small and hurried.

*They didn’t tell you everything about Claire’s last night,* the note read.

My breath caught in my throat.

I looked toward the hallway, but the house was completely silent.