Inside the prison, every corner was watched by cameras. When Stacey first showed signs of trouble, the prison quickly called doctors and nurses from the nearby hospital.

“Sir, I know this is hard, but please calm down,” one of the doctors said.

“Fine. I’ll calm down.” Peter looked around, desperate. “Where’s Stacey? I need to see her. I want to see her. Now.”

“She just had a miscarriage. She’s resting now. You can’t see her.”

“Then… can I get a paternity test for the baby?” Peter asked at last.

The baby was gone, but Peter needed to know the truth. Without answers, he couldn’t move on.

“We’ll need the warden’s...