MILLIE'S POV
The address Will sent me led to a small café in a quiet neighborhood—the kind of place that served overpriced coffee and had mismatched furniture that was supposed to look artistic.
I sat in my car outside for a full five minutes, staring at the entrance, trying to gather the courage to go inside.
Grace Whitmore. The nurse who'd conspired with Martha to implant Braham's seed in me without my consent. The woman who'd violated me in the most fundamental way.
What could she possibly say that would make any of it okay?
"You don't have to do this," Braham said from the driver seat. He'd insisted on coming, though he'd agreed to wait in the car. "We can leave right now."
"I need to know," I said, unbuckling my seatbelt. "I need to understand why."
He squeezed my hand. "I'll b
