"No!" Desmond’s scream tore through the cathedral, a raw, guttural sound of a man watching his entire universe collapse. He thrashed violently, ignoring the heavy hands of the guards pinning his shoulders to the marble. "This is a forgery! It's a lie! I went to the clinic in Geneva myself! I gave th

The rhythmic, rubber-on-marble squeak of the stroller’s wheels echoed through the cavernous expanse of the cathedral.

It was the only sound in the world.

The millions of people watching the live broadcast from their phones, their televisions, and their office computers were entirely silent. The

The name hung in the air like a guillotine blade that had just been released.

*Arthur Croft.*

Desmond stopped struggling. The fight completely evaporated from his muscles, leaving him a hollowed-out shell on the marble floor. His jaw went slack, and his eyes glazed over, staring at the polished s