For a second, he thought about ignoring it.
There was nothing left to lose anyway.
But the screen lit up with a number he didn’t recognize.
He answered.
“Mr. Wellington?” a soft woman’s voice asked. “This is St. Mary’s Children’s Shelter. We need to talk to you. It’s about Lily.”
His stomach tightened.
Lily.
The little girl he had been …
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