Chapter 4
Upstairs in the sunlit nursery, Chloe locked the deadbolt securely, her hands trembling as she placed the newborn safely inside his polished wooden crib.
She brushed a stray lock of red hair from her forehead, letting out a shaky breath as she stared at the tranquil face of the baby.
"You're safe with me, little one," Chloe whispered fiercely, her protective instincts hardening into an impenetrable wall of steel.
Downstairs in the parlor, Julian slammed his fist against the polished wood of the piano lid, producing a deafening, discordant crash.
"I am calling Dr. Vance right now, Rose," Julian declared, pulling his smartphone from his navy blue suit jacket with frantic urgency.
Rose simply smiled—a terrifying, vacant expression that made Julian's blood run instantly cold in his veins.
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"Call whoever you want, Julian," Rose replied, walking slowly toward the tall windows framing the American flag.
"The Abernathy family bloodline cannot be saved by a country doctor."
