Eleanor snatched the pen and the form away. “That’s enough, Lily!” she hissed, her mask of composure finally shattered, her eyes flashing with a panic that mirrored Lily’s own. The hospital room suddenly felt like a cage.
“It’s Michael Barnes, the family lawyer’s son,” Eleanor announced to Clara, her voice dangerously low. “It was a regrettable incident, Nurse. He will be named on the final legal document. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’re leaving.” She was clearly lying, trying to cover the truth.
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Clara watched Eleanor fold the papers and pull a blanket over the baby, her movements too rough, too cold. She felt a profound, sinking suspicion—the name Eleanor had provided was too quick, too neat, too defensive.
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