Riley’s POV
I spent the next days buried in Erica’s phone like my life depended on it. Because it did.
The text history with her mother was sparse but revealing. There were long gaps between messages, and when they did talk, it sounded polite, not warm.
Mom - 8 weeks ago: “Darling, your father and I are in Monaco for the summer charity circuit. How are you feeling? The baby must be due soon!”
Erica - 8 weeks ago: “I’m doing well, Mom. Doctor says everything looks good. Due date is in three weeks.”
Mom - 8 weeks ago: “Wonderful. We’ll wrap up here and be back in time. Your father is chairing the marine conservation gala, but that should conclude by mid-month.”
Erica - 8 weeks ago: “Take your time. I know how important the foundation work is.”
Mom - 7 weeks ago: “Darling, we may need
