have absolutely no proof that child belongs to you.”
Adrian slowly turned toward her.
“Maybe not yet,” he said. “But I have proof of something else.”
He held up the envelope.
Across the front was an internal routing stamp from Vale Tower.
Beneath it, written in red ink and dated twenty-four months earlier, were the words:
HOLD FOR C. VALE. DO NOT FORWARD.
Celeste’s attorney went pale.
Adrian placed another document on the table.
“You told me Elena wanted nothing to do with me. You even gave me a letter
