DAISY

The plastic cup of water sat on the bedside table, completely undisturbed. I didn't care about the text messages buzzing on the machine nearby, or the news, or the millions of dollars currently being rerouted into my accounts after Vivienne's death. None of it could fill the agonizing, hollow ache inside my lower abdomen. The physical pain from the emergency surgery was nothing compared to the absolute, freezing void in my chest.

My baby was gone. And no matter how much blood Brian spilled across this city, it wouldn’t change the fact that our child’s heart had stopped beating while he was locked inside a federal cell.

Brian hadn't...