Chapter 2
He looked at me for three agonizing seconds before his large hands slowly unbuttoned his custom charcoal suit jacket.
He unclipped the restrictive leather harness, lifting the tiny six-month-old baby against his crisp white dress shirt.
He pressed the baby’s small head against the left side of his chest, right over his pounding heart.
Then, just as I instructed, he wrapped his warm suit jacket around the baby’s shivering body.
For a moment, the infant let out one more sharp, shuddering scream that echoed through the first-class cabin.
Then, almost magically, the infant’s tiny fingers latched onto the silk lapel of his father’s jacket.
The frantic crying stopped, melting instantly into small, soft hiccups against the man’s broad chest.
Absolute silence crashed over the entire airplane, deeper and more shocking than the baby’s cries had been.
The senator lowered his Wall Street Journal, staring at me with his mouth completely agape.
The flight attendant dropped a linen napkin onto her tray, frozen in absolute, utter disbelief.
The billionaire sat completely motionless, feeling his son’s breathing slowly synchronize with his own chest.
He looked down at his quiet child, then slowly raised his head to stare at me again.
“How did you know that?” he asked, his voice no longer cold, but laced with dark curiosity.
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“Because my little sister Maya used to cry the exact same way,” I replied quietly.
“When our mother disappeared two years ago, I had to figure out how to keep her calm.”
