Maya stood near the hallway table, holding Elias’s hand so tightly her fingers were trembling. Her eyes were swollen and red from crying, but she refused to sit down. She refused to rest. Her babies were out there somewhere cold, scared, and with a woman who had been pretending to love them.

Mrs. Denovan moved in and out of rooms aimlessly, like someone searching for lost memories. Mr. Denovan spoke quietly but firmly into his phone, coordinating with security teams, police units, and private investigators.

And Daniel… Daniel hadn’t stopped pacing in over thirty minutes.

His face was pale with fury. His jaw was clenched so tightly a vein stood...