It was a desperate attempt to protect secrets they never wanted uncovered.
I looked at Julian. “Are you absolutely certain this is what you want?”
He didn’t hesitate. “I’ve never been more certain.”
My eyes drifted toward the hospital security camera. Then to the nurse. The social worker standing quietly near the doorway.
I reached into my bag and pulled out a pen.
“Just sign,” Julian said impatiently.
Without another word, I signed every page.
Eleanor leaned close enough to whisper, “We’ll come tomorrow morning. The twins belong with us now.”
