Mara appeared from the shadows of the garden path, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. “Show her the secondary ledger, Jonah.”
Caleb touched Mara’s shoulder. “Let her read the medical part first.”
“No, she needs to see the money,” Mara said quickly. “It’s right there in the transfer files.”
Jonah tapped the screen, and the medical record vanished, replaced by a spreadsheet of banking transactions. The dates matched the week of Evelyn’s fourth loss exactly.
“There is a forty-one thousand dollar cashier’s check listed here,” Jonah said. “It was paid to Dr. Ellery Marsh from an account held by a shell company.”
“Dr. Marsh was my obstetrician,” Evelyn said, her voice barely a whisper. “He said my body simply couldn’t carry the baby to term.”
“Make sure Mrs. Harper never carries to term,” Mara said, reading from a scanned note attached to the transaction file. “That was the memo on the transfer authorization.”
Evelyn stared at the screen, her mind refusing to connect the words to the memory of the cold delivery room. For seventeen years, she had believed her own body had failed her.
