“Possibly. Or someone was allowed near the viewing window and photographed the bassinet card.”
“But Whitney wasn’t there when Noah was born.”
Melissa hesitated. “Let me check something.”
She left the room, taking the photo only after Richard asked her to make a copy and return the original.
Daniel sat down slowly.
“I don’t understand,” he said. “Why would Whitney have that?”
I looked at the empty doorway.
He looks like her.
Not he looks like Claire.
Her.
A cold, impossible thought moved through me, then vanished before I could name it.
Richard seemed to see it pass across my face.
“What are you thinking?”
“I don’t know.”
But I did know one thing: Whitney had not been indifferent to Noah. She had been watching him before she ever admitted he existed.
Two hours later, Melissa returned with a hospital administrator named Mrs. Alvarez, a composed woman with silver hair and a badge clipped precisely to her jacket.
