LIAM'S POV
The date. The damn date.
I sit in my car in the hospital parking garage, the envelope crumpled on the passenger seat. I’ve run the math twelve times. The bachelor party. The night Daniel vanished for four hours. The night Elise called me, her voice slurred and weeping, asking if I’d seen him, mumbling about promises he’d broken.
Aiden Martinez was born exactly nine months later.
My brother’s child. Another one.
The rage is a clean, cold blade. It cuts through the shock, through the hurt of Maya sending me away. This isn’t about me anymore. This is about the sheer scale of Daniel’s lies. Maya thinks she’s surviving one betrayal. She doesn’t know she’s living in an earthquake zone.
I start the engine. I don’t need sentiment. I need evidence. I need to look Elise in the eye.
