The day before the verdict, he approached Olivia outside the hospital but didn’t dare speak. Instead, he asked a cleaning nurse—an older woman named Margaret—to sew the device into the baby’s blanket.
“It’ll only reach him if he holds the baby,” he told her.
“And if he doesn’t?” she asked.
“Then the truth dies with me.”
She agreed.
Crying.
The next day, she left the blanket in the maternity ward like any other.
Hours later, Daniel was found dead in a burned car.
Richard thought he had erased everything.
He hadn’t counted on one thing—
A father noticing even the smallest detail when it comes to his child.
The red notebook was found.
Names. Payments. Dates.
An entire network exposed.
Arrests followed.
Detective Harris.
Witness Nolan.
Lawyers. Officials. Doctors.
The system cracked open.
And in the middle of it—
Ethan walked free.
Not gloriously.
Not cleanly.
But free.
Pale. Thin. Changed.
But free.
Olivia was waiting outside the detention center.
Holding Noah.
No cameras.
No noise.
Just them.
Ethan walked toward them slowly.
