My stomach turned.
“Oh my God.”
Emily covered them quickly.
“They were testing her.”
She looked toward the window.
Then she said the name so quietly I almost missed it.
“Dr. Voss.”
I knew that name.
Dr. Voss ran Bellweather Family Center, a private maternity clinic 20 miles outside town.
The building appeared in commercials during the evening news.
Soft music.
White rooms.
Smiling mothers.
He had delivered Lily.
Emily had trusted him.
So had I.
One of the officers crouched near her.
“Emily, where did you get this baby?”
“Did you remove her from the clinic?”
“Yes.”
The officer’s expression hardened.
“Are you saying you kidnapped her?”
Emily looked at the baby.
“Then whose child is she?”
My daughter finally met my eyes.
“Mine.”
