Thomas sat in the dim glow of his office, the weight of the night pressing down heavily on his shoulders. His mind was still reeling from the confrontation with Samantha, her words echoing in his ears like a sinister lullaby. The flickering city lights outside offered little comfort, casting shadows that danced across the room, mirroring his tangled thoughts. He had just finished the call with his trusted confidant, the one who promised to help him, when his phone buzzed unexpectedly on the desk.
He glanced at the screen, but no caller ID appeared—just a simple, silent notification. Curious, and feeling a strange prick of unease, Thomas reached for the device and opened the message. The text was brief, but its implications hit him like a thunderclap:
“Samantha had the baby. You're not th
