LOGINTeresa's POV The surgery started at six in the morning.By six fifteen I had already walked the length of the waiting room four times and memorized every detail of it without meaning to. The arrangement of the chairs. The pattern on the floor. The quality of the light coming through the window at the far end.Timothy was already there when I arrived. Standing near the window with his hands in his pockets and his back partially turned, the way he stood when he was thinking something through and didn't want his face read while he did it.He heard me come in. I knew because his shoulders shifted slightly. But he didn't turn around immediately.We had not spoken since the transfer, so there was nothing comfortable about sharing this room with him. But Kai was in surgery.And that made everything else secondary in a way that required no discussion.I sat down, while Timothy remained at the window, and we waited.An hour passed. Then two. Then three.Somewhere during the fourth hour Timot
Timothy's POV "We are taking him to Dhuran," I said. "Today."Teresa looked up at me from across the bed. Her eyes were still red at the edges from the yard. But her hands were steady and her voice, when she spoke, was the controlled voice of a woman who had learned to function through things that should have stopped her completely."He doesn't travel well," she whispered. "His heart rate destabilizes with stress and unfamiliar environments trigger…""I have a medical transport vehicle. Equipped. Dr. Green can ride with him. You can ride with him." I held her gaze. "He will be monitored every minute of the journey. I will make sure of it."She looked at me for a moment before she nodded once and turned back to Kai.I stepped out and called Carson.Within twenty minutes the calls were made. The pediatric cardiac center in Dhuran had been notified. The department head, a man who understood that a call from my office meant everything stopped and reorganized immediately, had already begu
Teresa's POV "And you are going to stand there and tell me you did this to protect him."I raised my chin.My eyes were burning and my hands were trembling and every part of me wanted to look away from the cold, devastated rage on Timothy's face.But I didn't look away."Yes," I said. "And I would do it again."Timothy looked at me for a long moment. The kind of look that took inventory of everything, every detail, every crack in my composure, every place where the three years I had been carrying this had left visible marks.Then he said, very quietly, "Explain."Just that one word.And something inside me broke open."I didn't know who you were when I signed the contract," I said. "I knew your name. I knew the basic arrangement. A surrogate pregnancy, standard terms, good compensation. I needed the money and the terms were clear and I told myself it was straightforward." My voice was already unsteady and I pressed on before it could fail completely. "I found out who you really were
Timothy's POV I drove for three hours by myself.Carson had offered to come. Had suggested that arriving with support might be advisable given the circumstances. But I had told him to stay in Dhuran. This was not a situation that required witnesses. This was something I needed to do alone, with the DNA report folded in my jacket pocket and three years of carefully maintained control sitting at the very edge of where I could still manage it.The village looked exactly as it had the first time. Quiet, ordinary, completely indifferent to the fact that it had been hiding my son for three years inside one small cottage at the end of a dirt road.I parked at the edge of the road and walked the rest of the way.The cottage door opened before I reached the gate and Teresa stepped out.She saw me and stopped moving entirely.Every trace of colour left her face in a single moment. Her hand came up and found the doorframe beside her, steadying herself against it, and her eyes locked onto mine
Timothy's POV Carson had advised against coming personally.He had said it twice in the car and once more at the edge of the village road, standing beside me with his hands clasped and his expression neutral in the way it became when he disagreed with a decision but had already accepted that the decision was made.I had not responded either time.There were things that photographs could tell you and things that photographs could not. The weight of a moment. The specific quality of a silence. The way a person moved when they thought nobody was watching them and the mask they wore for the world had come completely off.I needed to see the child with my own eyes.We had positioned ourselves behind a dense hedgerow on the far side of the narrow road that ran in front of the cottage. Far enough to be invisible. Close enough that the morning light gave me a clear, unobstructed view of the small front yard and the door that opened onto it.We waited for forty minutes before the door opened.
Teresa's POV I stopped counting the hours somewhere around the second night.Time had collapsed into something smaller and more urgent than hours. It moved in heartbeats instead. Kai's heartbeats, measured on the portable monitor Dr. Green had left on the bedside table, its small screen glowing in the dark while I sat beside my son and watched numbers that should not have been allowed to fluctuate the way they did.Seventy-two. Stable enough to breathe.Sixty-one. My hand would find his wrist automatically.Fifty-four. I would reach for the emergency medication and measure the dose with hands that I forced to stay steady through nothing but will.Three days had passed like this.Master Liu had taught me about the heart long before any medical school had. She had taught me that the heart responded to things science could not always measure. Temperature. Touch. Sound. The specific frequency of a voice that a person trusted completely. I had used everything she taught me, combining it w
Timothy's POV I became obsessed.There was no other word for it.Every morning before dawn, my private car parked across the street from St. Catherine's Hospital, waiting.At six fifteen, Teresa would arrive. She was always early, always alone, always carrying a cup of coffee from the shop two blo
Derek's POV I poured myself a glass of expensive scotch and settled into my leather chair, reviewing the past two weeks with considerable satisfaction.Everything was proceeding exactly according to plan.Two weeks of carefully orchestrated romance had positioned Teresa Sawyer precisely where I ne
Teresa's POV After a moment my phone buzzed again with another notification. Messages from people I hadn't spoken to in years.Old classmates from medical school. Colleagues I hadn't seen since I dropped out. Even people I barely remembered messaging to ask if that was really me in the picture wit
Timothy's POV I hadn't slept since Saturday.For three days, I had been pacing my penthouse, drinking coffee that had gone cold hours ago, and watching seventeen seconds of security footage repeatedly.Seventeen seconds were all I had managed to get from the Crystal Pavilion before Teresa disappea







