Elena’s POV

The knock at my hotel door came sharp and hurried, echoing through the stale Las Vegas air. I frowned, setting aside the glass of wine I had been swirling lazily. No one here knew me by name. No one dared to disturb me unless it was important.

When I opened the door, Venessa stood there, her face flushed, eyes wide, and in her arms—wrapped in a soft blue blanket—was a baby.

For a heartbeat, my chest seized. “Venessa,” I breathed, pulling her inside quickly before anyone in the hall could catch a glimpse. I shut the door hard, locking it. My eyes snapped back to her arms. “What...