Naomi’s POV
I stared at the birth certificate like it was written in blood.
Miranda Hale.
Mother: Rachel Thompson.
Father: Unknown.
It just didn’t make sense, It couldn’t make sense.
There was only one Miranda, My Miranda, My daughter.
Wasn’t there?
My fingers trembled as I placed the document beside the flash drive. The room spun, a storm swirling around the calm face in the certificate. That wasn’t my daughter. It couldn’t be.
Unless…
Unless the deception went deeper than I ever imagined.
Raymond’s POV
Naomi hadn’t moved in minutes. She sat in the corner of her office, elbows on her knees, staring at the documents in front of her like they were ghosts.
I knew that look.
She was unraveling.
I knelt beside her and placed a hand on her back.
“Talk to me,” I said softly.
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