Too Late, My Alpha Stepbrother
“Are you sure they don’t know about the baby?”
“I’m positive,” I said. “And I’d like to keep it that way. Could you please keep it a secret?”
Daisy let out a hearty laugh. “Of course. I won't tell a soul.” I smiled back, and a calm air settled between us.
After a minute, Daisy spoke. “Freesia,” her serious tone caught my attention. “I know someone who works…under the table. He forges documents. IDs, records, whatever you need.” She met my eyes. “He could make you a death certificate. If you want to disappear for real.”