I nodded, but my mind had already moved to my daughter, my granddaughter, and the little boy lying in an incubator.Plan Family Trips
Trent had counted on Cassidy being too frightened to speak. Timmons had counted on the authority of his badge being enough to discourage questions.
They had both underestimated how far I would go to protect my family.
And they had made one mistake that could change everything.
They had left a trail.
PART 2 — The Woman Who Never Withdrew Her Complaint
Two days later, Cassidy was finally strong enough to sit up without help.
Her first request was to see her son.Support Causes
A nurse wheeled her carefully into the NICU, where the tiny boy lay inside an incubator, surrounded by monitors that measured every fragile heartbeat.
Cassidy pressed her fingertips against the clear wall.
“I’m your mommy,” she whispered. “I’m right here.”
