ummerl

room looking at me as though I were a ghost risen from the de

ed my heart rate monitor, the machine beside my bed beeping

miliar-hazel with distinct gold flecks around the pupils, just like the ones I saw in the mirror every morning. "In fact, they scored nine out of ten on their Apgar tests. They'

penny I spent like a warden. If I racked up a ten-thousand-dollar-a-night suite bill on the evening he wanted to serve me divorce papers,

and barely concealed rage. "This transfer won't cost you a dime, my dear.

ourth floor and taken via private elevator to the penthouse medical suite on the twelfth floor. It looked less like a hospital room and more

thdrew, Dr. Summerlin pulled an armchair up to my bedside. His

dicated you had no family medical history prio

g near a train station outside Chicago during a blizzard when I was four, burning up with a forty-degree fever. By the time the fev

didn't wipe it away. Instead, he opened the blue folder

ed, his voice breaking. "Your parents never stopped looking for you. Because you had no family medical history on file tonigh

nical words blurred together until t

atch (99.998%): Edw

atch (99.998%): Eve

y lungs. "Summerlin? As in

art-puck tracking analytics the league used, and the most lucrative endorsement deals in winter sports. Landon practically worshipped their board of directors. For the past si

hea Grace Summerlin. You have a mother and father who have kept your bedroom intact for twenty-two years, and thre

wanted me. I had stayed with a cold, neglectful husband because t

stopped loo

dropping onto the DNA report.

't send them proof that you and these babies are safe in the next thirty seconds, your brothers are going to tear d

med beneath my ribs. "Yes," I whispered, managing a shaky smil