Chapter 1: 11:47 p.m.

At exactly 11:47 on Christmas Eve, my husband destroyed our marriage with a photograph he accidentally sent me.

By sunrise, he’d return to a silent apartment, an empty nursery, and two missing babies. For the first time, his wealth and influence wouldn’t be enough to bring us back.

Snow brushed our Manhattan windows as Noah burned with fever in my arms and Lily cried beneath the Christmas tree.

I hadn’t washed my hair in three days. My sweatshirt smelled of formula and baby