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Discharge day. Nanny stepped out. He was gone.
Security footage, Evelyn. Sunglasses. Hoodie.
Ethan called Zach. Furious.
Zach, Evelyn faked pain last night. Slipped her guards.
They'd searched. Too late.
Panic. Called police.
Ethan refused. “Stimulate her.”
I grabbed his arm. “Ethan! She pushed me down stairs! What will she do to him?!”
Voice broke. “Call them! Now!”
He gripped my shoulders. “Liv. Trust me. I'll find him.”
Defeated. “Is she always first? Even over your son?”
He flinched. “No! Calling cops might push her over—”
Tears fell. “He's so small…”
Ethan pulled me close. “I swear. This is the last time she hurts you.”
Zach called. Found her.
Ethan Grant Enterprises rooftop. 25 stories up.
We raced there.
Evelyn stood at the edge. Wind whipping her hair. My baby in her arms.
Looking down. At the tiny cars.
Ethan stepped forward. “Ev. The wind. He's cold.”
She looked down. Snuggled the bundle.
Looked up. Saw us together. Snapped.
“What are you doing?!”
Saw our joined hands. Hurt. “Ethan. You don't love me.”
He stayed silent.
“Since the divorce… you've been empty.”
“I needed you. You were always busy.”
Tears fell. “We were first! Why her?!”
My heart stopped. Looked at Ethan.
His face? Blank.
