Gabe clutched the stuffed doll in his hand, frozen solid to the spot as if a lightning bolt had just slammed into him.
He did not snap out of his trance until a nanny’s voice called out from behind him.
"Mr. Sterling! We found the baby! He’s in the nanny’s quarters!"
Gabe spun around. The nanny was rushing straight toward him, a fair-skinned, chubby baby cradled tight in her arms.
"Look, Mr. Sterling, the baby’s perfectly fine. Now about Madam—"
That was when Gabe finally jolted back to his senses. Clara had never taken the baby at all.
The mocking glint in her eyes, the exact second she fell off the cliff, crashed back into his mind.
This whole carefully staged act was never meant to take anyone’s life, not from the very start.
She did not come after anyone's life. She came after
