Maddox pov
“Bianca?” Kitten asked.
“Yes. This is a damn pregnancy report.” I snatched the paper from her hands.
The patient’s name was written in bold: Bianca Hayes.
Date: March 27, 2014.
“Ultrasound confirms… blah blah… pregnancy at approximately twelve weeks—three months,” I read aloud, my throat tightening.
“Maya,” I called out, my voice breaking, “she was pregnant. She’s probably twenty-five now.”
“Maya.” I swallowed hard. “The child was twelve weeks. She couldn’t abort.”
Her eyes widened, mirroring my own.
“Maya, do you know what that means?”
We both said it at the same time.
“She has a child.”
My heart flipped.
“Menh, that’s crazy,” Maya muttered, but her hand didn’t stop. She flipped open the next file.
Something fell to the floor, and I bent down to pick it up.
“What
