The Twin Sisters Rescued a Baby Left Beside the Garbage — Then Refused the Millionaire’s Reward and Exposed a Terrible Secret
Chapter 8
That night, Lena couldn’t sleep.
Noah was in the corner beside her.
The twins were asleep together beneath the same blanket.
She sat awake, staring at the ceiling.
The image of Daniel’s face wouldn’t leave her.
Not because she believed Lily.
Because Daniel had reacted before Lily finished speaking.
That meant something.
At dawn, someone knocked.
Lena froze.
Another knock.
She reached for the kitchen knife.
“Who is it?”
A woman’s voice answered.
“My name is Rachel.”
Lena’s hand stopped.
She opened the door three inches.
A woman stood outside.
Late twenties.
Wet hair.
No coat.
One cheek bruised.
Her hands were shaking.
She looked past Lena.
“Is my son here?”
Lena opened the door.
Rachel stepped inside.
Then she saw Noah.
She covered her mouth.
For several seconds she couldn’t move.
Noah stirred.
Rachel dropped to her knees.
“Oh God.”
She reached toward him.
Then stopped before touching him.
“I thought he was dead.”
Lena stood between them.
“Who hurt you?”
Rachel looked up.
“Daniel.”
