Meeting Keith again was in court, with irrefutable evidence. Acelynn had nowhere to run.

Keith's face was grim. “Do you really have to do this? She is Lynley’s mother. Do you want him to be scorned and pointed at for the rest of his life?”

I laughed at his brazen shamelessness. “Lynley isn’t my child. Why should I care about him? Keith, let me ask you—when you and Acelynn swapped the babies, did you ever consider that the child being abandoned was also yours? Did you think about the blood of your own running through his veins?”

“A bastard child, nothing more. Why should I care about him? Keeping him...