Chapter 8: Twins

His mother smiled.

“Poor girl. Still pretending she has cards left to play.”

That afternoon, the man they called Captain Hayes took me to a private clinic on the top floor of a hospital with no name on the entrance.

Doctors I recognized from magazine covers greeted him like royalty.

One had delivered a prime minister’s child.

Another had pioneered fetal surgery.

A silver-haired obstetrician took my hand warmly.

“Mrs. Vale,” she said, “we’re going to take excellent care of you and the twins.”

Twins.

I covered my mouth with both hands.

The man beside me stood quietly, his cane still against the marble floor.

For the first time in months, I broke.

“Why are you helping me?” I asked.

He looked out over the city below.

“Because Adrian Vale destroys people and calls it business,” he said. “And because you deserved backup.” Continue Reading ⬇️