The Baby in Room 417 Wasn’t the Real Betrayal—The Name on His Birth Certificate Destroyed Everything

I sat beside her hospital bed.

Her hand trembled as she held mine.

“Fiona,” she whispered.

“I’m here.”

“You have to promise me something.”

“Mom, rest.”

“No.”

Her grip tightened.

“Victor.”

My chest tightened instantly.

“Not this again.”

“Promise me you’ll feed him.”

I felt frustration rise in me.

“Why? Why him? Why always him?”

Her eyes filled with tears.

“I never continue reading …