"Don't argue. What are best friends for if not to help when you're pregnant with secret billionaire twins?"
I laughed despite myself, the sound strange and unfamiliar after months of silence and fear.
"Look," Samantha continued, "I can be there this weekend. I've got a system now—switch cars, different disguises. I'm basically a spy."
"A spy who works at an accounting firm."
"Hey, numbers are my superpower. Speaking of which, I've been working on a financial plan for you. With twins, you'll need to adjust the budget."
I glanced at the ultrasound photos again. "Everything needs to be adjusted."
After we hung up, I moved to the small kitchen table that doubled as my desk. I opened my laptop—purchased with cash, connected to public WiFi only—and began researching. Multiple births. Cari
