Chapter 3 - Someone Had Placed Me in Lorenzo’s Mansion Before Leo Ever Arrived, and My Dead Son’s Medical Records Had Been Altered by the Same PersonI had believed the job was an ordinary live-in cleaning position.
It wasn't.
The employment agency admitted it.
There was no original application.
No standard interview.
No verified references.
Someone had paid them to create the position.
Someone had selected me.
Why?
Because they knew I had recently lost a baby.
Because my body could still produce milk.
Because I would likely respond to Leo.
The realization made me sick.
I had not found Leo by accident.
Someone had placed me there.
But why would anyone want Leo saved?
Lorenzo asked the same question.
"If someone wanted my son dead, they wouldn't put you in the house."
"Unless they needed him alive for something."
Dr. Marquez looked at us.
"That's possible."
We reviewed Leo's medical records.
Every feeding attempt had failed.
But there was one anomaly.
His first donor milk had been successful for exactly three hours.
Then someone discontinued it.
A second formula caused a reaction.
A third.
A fourth.
Different brands.
Different donors.
Different compositions.
But all were abandoned.
The pattern looked random.
It wasn't.
I noticed something.
"Who ordered the changes?"
Lorenzo looked at the records.
"Dr. Reeves."
"Who is that?"
"My father's old physician."
"Where is he now?"
"Retired."
I stared at the page.
"Maybe not."
We searched.
Dr. Malcolm Reeves had been consulting secretly at the hospital where both pregnancies were documented.
He had also handled Sophia's prenatal records.
And my son's delivery records.
The same doctor had access to both babies.
My stomach twisted.
"Find him."
Lorenzo's security team located his Connecticut address.
The house was empty.
But a neighbor had seen him leaving two weeks earlier.
He had moved without forwarding information.
On his desk, however, we found one thing.
A photograph of me.
Taken outside the mansion.
I stared.
"Someone has been photographing me."
Lorenzo's expression became deadly.
The photograph was dated one day before I started working.
That meant someone had been watching me before I met him.
Then we found another.
My hospital room.
The day I gave birth.
My face was visible through the glass.
I was asleep.
Beside me was the empty bassinet.
I felt sick.
"Who took this?"
Lorenzo's security chief shook his head.
"We're trying to identify the photographer."
I looked at the corner.
Someone stood reflected in the glass.
A man.
Wearing a dark medical coat.
I recognized him.
Dr. Reeves.
The same doctor who had been treating Leo.
I looked at Lorenzo.
"He was there."
He nodded.
"Then he knew."
"About both babies."
"Yes."
Lorenzo's jaw tightened.
We went to find him.
But before leaving, I returned to the nursery.
Leo was awake.
His eyes followed me.
I touched his cheek.
"Your mother would have loved you."
He stared.
Then his small hand wrapped around my finger.
I sat beside him.
"I'm going to find my baby."
I looked at him.
"And if someone switched us..."
My voice broke.
"...I'm going to find him too."
Lorenzo stood in the doorway.
He heard everything.
When I looked up, his face had changed.
"You don't have to do this alone."
"I know."
May you like
He stepped inside.
"I'm coming."
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