Henry

I scrolled through my contacts and dialed David’s number.

“Sir.”

“David, I need you to conduct an investigation. A very thorough, very discreet investigation.” I kept my voice low. “Twenty-three years ago, my wife gave birth at The Queen’s Hospital. I need to know everything that happened that day—who was on duty, who had access to the nursery, and any unusual incidents reported. Everything.”

“That’s going to be difficult, sir. Records that old—”

“I don’t care how difficult it is. I need answers. And David? No one can know about this investigation. Especially not my daughter, Amelia.”

“I understand, sir. I’ll start immediately.”

I ended the call and went...