lifted her chin.
“People will start saying the Sterling daughter-in-law has no compassion.”
I looked at Aleric again.
His expression gave me nothing.
So I stopped asking.
That night, while he worked in his home office, I went into our walk-in closet.
One of his suit jackets was hanging on the valet stand. I picked it up to put it into a dry-cleaning bag when my fingers brushed something stiff inside the breast pocket.
A folded document.
I opened it.
Sutton Place Women’s Clinic.
Upper East Side, New York.
Patient:
