Mira stared at the screen until the words blurred, then read them again, slower, like reading them a second time might make them mean something different.
Ask them what really happened to the baby.
Her hand was shaking when she turned the phone around to face the room. "Someone just sent me this. From an email address, not a number. I don't know who."
The reaction was instant and total. Elena's face drained of every last bit of color, her grip tightening hard enough around Mira's hand that it almost hurt. Marcus went rigid where he stood, and Adrian's jaw locked so tightly Mira could see the muscle jump along his cheek.
"Who sent that," Adrian said, voice low and dangerous in a way she hadn't heard from him before.
"I don't know. That's what I just said." Mira's heart was pounding so
