ting colors. I saw the officers talk to Mark and Isabella, their professional calm a stark contrast to the couple's panicked theat

ed me. He was the head of the city's largest hospital, and news of a baby with severe hypothe

ife-threatening, but she'll likely have permanent nerve damage. She'll always be sensitive to the c

been a gifted pianist. I had spent a fortune on the best tutors, the finest Steinway piano. Her hands were her pride and joy, a symbol of the "superior genes"

ense woman I knew well, had appar

a freezing car," my father relayed. "She told them they were lucky the

thing, and Isabella, who believed her beauty and budding fame made her untouchable, were faced with the unvarnished truth of their failure.

heir incompetence. In our past life, Chloe blamed me for everything that went wrong in her life. She constructed a fantasy wh

ccording to a nurse my father spoke to, Isabella was overheard in th

e of this would have happened," Isabell

surely blaming me in their hearts for not taking the bait. The seeds of resentment between them, and towards their own child, were being sown in the st