That’s when I realize something. Something I should have realized a conversation ago. The test, the kidnapping—what if it’s all connected? What if this piece of paper is the key to all of it?
How could they know about my baby, when even I didn’t?
“Actually, forget consent forms,” I backtrack. “I want this done discreetly. Under the radar. Bribe someone at this hospital, get the records, match against that. Got it?”
After a moment of consideration, Yuri nods. “Got it.”
I squeeze his shoulders harder. Not enough to hurt—but enough to make him understand. “This is important, Yuri. I can trust no one else to do it for me. Just like I can trust no one else to look after the woman in that room. Because if she really is carrying my child—”
“Then that’s your blood, too,” Yuri completes for m
