"Anna, stop packing. You're not thinking clearly." Samantha's voice cut through my panic as I frantically shoved tiny onesies into a duffel bag, my hands trembling.
"You heard what that nurse said." My voice cracked as I glanced at my sleeping newborns. "She saw it, Sam. The Walton resemblance."
Sam grasped my shoulders, forcing me to look at her. "A random nurse making a casual observation doesn't mean Elizabeth Walton is prowling the hospital looking for you. Take a breath."
"But I saw her—"
"You saw a woman with similar hair from the back, while exhausted and on pain medication," Sam countered. "Think about it, Anna. How would Elizabeth even know to look for you here? You're under a completely different name in a hospital two states away from where Aria Campbell lived."
I sank onto
