I looked out the window as the city blurred past in gray streaks. At that exact moment, the Castillo family was walking into a private medical suite to celebrate Chloe and the baby they believed belonged to Adrian. None of them knew one sentence from a doctor was about to tear their world apart.

PART 2

The private clinic on the Upper East Side looked more like a luxury hotel than a medical center. White marble floors, cream furniture, espresso served in delicate cups, and receptionists whose voices sounded rehearsed. The Castillo family loved places like that, places built to make rich people feel superior.