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

back outside, Mark was holding the box.

“Put that down,” I said.

“Fiona,” he said calmly, “you’re grieving. Don’t do anything emotional.”

“No,” I said. “I’m done listening to you.”

Victor stepped forward beside me.

Mark’s face tightened.

“Get him out.”

“No,” I said. “His name is Victor. He’s her brother.”

Silence.

Then chaos.

Arguments.

Confessions.

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