The car moved smoothly along the road toward my father's house.
I held Sunny, asleep in my arms, and watched the city blur past the window.
"Ms. Wells." Charlie turned from the front seat, voice low. "Word from the hospital. Mr. Bailey is in the middle of a compatibility screening. Looks like he's planning to donate his own kidney to Phoebe."
I raised an eyebrow. Not surprised.
Cornered and desperate. Guilt eating him alive. And after losing face in front of a crowd, needing to claw back some shred of dignity as a father.
That was more than enough to push him to this.
"Noted," I said evenly. "Keep watching."
Then I looked down at Sunny's sleeping face.
Teardrops still clung to her lashes. Her brow was lightly furrowed, as if even in sleep she couldn't find peace.
"Sunny," I said s
