#Chapter 282: The Helm

Hannah “I just can’t believe it… So they were working together all along, with your father at the helm, no less.” I paced the living room as I spoke, running my hands nervously through my hair. Each stroke seemed to pull out more tiny hairs, but if I went bald, then I didn’t care right now. All I cared about was protecting my daughter Melody was in her playpen, playing with a pile of blocks and gurgling softly, while Noah was sitting on the armchair nearby. Now, more than ever, I was glad our daughter was too young to know what was going on right now. But how could I one day break the news to her that her own grandfather had attempted to kill her? That he’d not only attempted to kill her, but to keep her from ever being conceived to begin with? “You’re sure that Zoe’s story lines up?” I asked, turning to Noah. I’d already asked him this same question a million times tonight, as if he would suddenly admit that it was all just a practical joke and that I had