"Anna, stop packing. You're not thinking clearly." Samantha's voice cut through my panic as I frantically shoved tiny onesies into a duffel bag, my hands trembling.

"You heard what that nurse said." My voice cracked as I glanced at my sleeping newborns. "She saw it, Sam. The Walton resemblance."

Sam grasped my shoulders, forcing me to look at her. "A random nurse making a casual observation doesn't mean Elizabeth Walton is prowling the hospital looking for you. Take a breath."

"But I saw her—"

"You saw a woman with similar hair from the back, while exhausted and on pain medication," Sam countered. "Think about it, Anna. How would Elizabeth even...