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

I said. “But Victor gets lunch every day like he’s family.”

The spoon slipped from her hand and hit the sink.

Clank.

Sharp.

Final.

“Don’t say his name like that, Fiona.”

That was the first time I heard fear in her voice.

Not anger.

Fear.

“He needs help.”

“Why?” I asked. “He’s just some man behind our house.”

She turned around then.

And her face was pale.

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