Panic, cold and sharp, flooded my veins. If they dragged me into that house, if Dr. Mercer—a man who had spent thirty years burying the Sterling family’s dirty secrets—got his hands on me, I would never see the outside world again. I would be committed. Locked away in some high-end psychiatric facility while Julian and his mistress raised their child on my erased existence.

And I would never find out what happened to my real baby.

I didn’t think. I reacted.

I shoved the heavy wooden altar table forward with all my remaining strength. It crashed into the grass, scattering silver candlesticks and the heavy lace cloth into the path of the approaching security guards. Father Thomas let out a pathetic yelp and scrambled out of the way.

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