Hazel's POV
“Whoever left this in Grace’s crib knew exactly when the nanny would step out,” Marcus said, holding up a folded piece of paper with gloved fingers. “That is not luck. That is planning.”
I had not even finished unpacking my honeymoon suitcase when the scream came from the nursery. It was not Grace crying. It was Marisol, standing frozen by the crib, her hand pressed against her mouth.
The note was simple. Too simple to feel like anything but a warning. Seven words, printed in plain block letters. YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM MY FATHER TOO.
Julian read it twice before he set it down on the changing table like it might burn him. His jaw tightened the way it used to when he still called our marriage a debt instead of a home.
“Gerald has a daughter,” he said quietly. “I have not t
