Child-focused.
Mark almost laughed.
He had become a father four days ago, and already he needed legal advice on how to behave like one.
That night, Emily finally sent him a message.
Not a call.
A message.
Mark read it standing in the kitchen, surrounded by untouched baby bottles and unopened formula samples.
Mark,
The girls are safe. I am safe. Grace and Lily are gaining strength. Hope is still being monitored, but she is fighting. Please do not come looking for us. Communication about the babies can go through Dr. Henson for now. I need peace to recover, and they need stability.
Emily
He read it five times.
No anger.
No pleading.
No question.
It was the calmest message she had ever sent him.
That frightened him most.
He typed quickly.
Emily, please. I need to see you. I need to see them. I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say except I’m sorry. Tell me where you are.
