Chapter 10 - The FootageThey watched the footage in silence.
The video was grainy, black-and-white, stamped with a date five years earlier.
A hospital hallway appeared.
Nurses moved quietly through the night shift. Then Celeste Westbrook entered the frame with Dr. Graves beside her. He carried a bundle wrapped in a pale blue blanket.
Clara gasped.
Noah stared at the screen, confused by the sight of himself as an infant.
Vivienne appeared next.
Younger. Nervous. Beautiful.
She wore no wedding ring yet.
Dr. Graves handed the baby to Celeste. Celeste adjusted the blanket, looked around, and passed the child into Vivienne’s arms.
Vivienne looked down at him.
For one flicker of a second, something like wonder crossed her face.
Then Celeste placed a hand on her shoulder and guided her toward a private elevator.
The elevator doors closed.
The screen went dark.
Clara stood so abruptly the chair fell behind her.
Noah began to cry, not loudly, but with the exhausted grief of a child who understood too much.
Adrian reached for him, but Noah turned to Clara first.
Adrian let him.
That hurt.
It also felt right.
Vivienne whispered, “I was told she had signed.”
Nobody looked at her.
“I was,” she insisted. “Celeste said Clara wanted money and privacy. She said Clara would come back one day and manipulate the child if we didn’t control the story.”
Clara’s voice was raw. “So you told him I abandoned him?”
Vivienne hugged herself.
“I was scared.”
“Of me?”
“Of losing him.”
Clara stared at her. “You lost him the moment you made love depend on a lie.”
Celeste stepped forward, still refusing defeat.
“That footage proves nothing except a private adoption transfer.”
Rebecca held up the forged consent page.
“With a forged signature, a sedated mother, a falsified death report, and a hidden hospital video? It proves enough to begin criminal and civil action.”
Celeste’s mouth tightened.
Adrian turned to Rebecca. “File everything.”
Celeste’s eyes narrowed. “Against your own mother?”
Adrian looked at Clara and Noah.
Then he looked at the woman who had raised him to believe reputation mattered more than people.
“Yes.”
Vivienne made a small sound, like the beginning of a sob.
Celeste did not cry.
She simply smiled.
“You think this ends with me? You have no idea how many people helped keep that boy.”
The room went cold.
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Because Celeste was right.
This was bigger than one family.
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