What the hell was this doing here?
An abortion consent form?
Declan stared down at the paper in his hand, his brows pulling together.
His mind immediately flashed back to earlier that evening.
Elysia standing at the top of the staircase.
The piece of paper that had slipped from her bag and rolled down the steps.
He remembered asking about it.
He remembered Elysia quietly picking it up and telling him it was nothing.
At the time, he hadn't thought much about it. In fact, he hadn't thought about it at all.
There had been no curiosity. No concern. No reason to question her further.
He had simply moved on.
Now, staring at the abortion consent form in his hand, Declan found himself wondering if that had been the very same paper as realization slowly began to settle over him.
His eye
