Chapter 5
Mara Vale was found in a laundromat on West Belmont just after midnight.
She was twenty-six, thin as a matchstick, with a split lip, a swollen cheek, and a duffel bag hugged to her chest like it contained her soul.
Royce called Cormack from the sidewalk.
“She says she’ll only speak to you.”
Cormack stood outside the cardiac ICU, staring through the glass at Brin.
She lay beneath a tangle of wires and tubes, her face turned slightly toward the window, dark lashes resting against skin too pale to look alive. Machines breathed rhythm around her. Numbers glowed beside her bed, each one a language Cormack suddenly wished he understood.
He had not entered.
He had honored her one request, though it punished him.
Now he looked at her through glass like a man staring into the life he had ruined.
“Bring Mara here,” he said.
Twenty minutes later, Mara arrived wrapped in Royce’s coat, eyes darting at every corner.
The moment she saw Cormack, she recoiled.
“Don’t come near me.”
Cormack stopped. “You know who I am.”
“Everyone knows who you are.”
“Brin said you had an envelope.”
Mara’s eyes filled instantly.
“She told me if anything happened, I had to give it to Dr. Reyes. Not you.”
Cormack nodded. “Then give it to Dr. Reyes.”
Mara blinked.
“You’re not going to take it?”
“No.”
“You’re not going to threaten me?”
“I’m trying to stop being the reason people need threatening.”
Mara laughed bitterly, then wiped her eyes.
Dr. Reyes came from ICU at Cormack’s request, and Mara handed her a thick manila envelope sealed with black tape.
Written across the front in Brin’s handwriting were five words:
IF I DIE, TELL THE TRUTH.
Cormack’s throat closed.
Dr. Reyes opened it carefully.
Inside were medical records. Printed emails. Photographs. A sonogram dated months earlier. A letter. And a small flash drive taped to the inside flap.
Dr. Reyes read first, her face tightening.
“What is it?” Cormack asked.
Mara looked at the floor.
Dr. Reyes handed him one page.
It was a letter from Brin.
His hands, which had never trembled at gunpoint, trembled now.
Cormack,
If you are reading this, I either died or came close enough that lying stopped mattering.
I did not tell you about the baby because two weeks after you left, a woman came to my apartment. She had red nails, a white coat, and two men with her.
Yara.
She knew I was pregnant before I fully believed it myself. She told me if I contacted you, the child would never be born. She showed me photos of my building, my shifts, Mara’s younger brother leaving school. She said you would deny me anyway.
I wanted to hate you enough to believe her.
Some days I did.
But I knew if I came to you, blood would follow. So I stayed quiet.
I named him in my head. Rowan.
If he lives, do not raise him to become you.
If I live, stay away unless I ask you not to.
—Brin
Cormack read it once.
Then again.
Then a third time, because his mind refused to accept that a single piece of paper could contain so much pain.
Yara had known.
Yara had threatened Brin.
Yara had let him sit beside her in the VIP lounge while Brin arrived dying down the hall.
Something old and monstrous rose in him.
Royce saw it and moved closer. “Boss.”
Cormack’s voice came out flat. “Where is Yara?”
“Gone from the hospital.”
“Find her.”
Dr. Reyes stepped between them. “No.”
Cormack looked at her.
The doctor did not move.
“You bring violence into this hospital and Brin wakes up to exactly what she feared,” Reyes said. “You want justice? Start by not becoming the proof that she was right.”
Silence stretched.
Cormack looked through the glass at Brin.
Her hand lay open on the blanket.
He remembered that hand over his heart.
Open, trusting, warm.
Then he looked back at Royce.
“Find her,” he said. “Do not touch her.”
Royce nodded.
Cormack faced Mara. “Why did Brin trust you?”
Mara swallowed. “Because when she found out she was pregnant, everyone else told her what to do. I asked her what she wanted.”
“What did she want?”
Mara looked toward ICU.
“To live long enough to hold him.”
The words broke something quiet in the hallway.
Dr. Reyes excused herself to review the flash drive. Mara sat in a plastic chair, shivering beneath Royce’s coat.
Cormack remained standing.
After a long while, Mara said, “She waited for you.”
Cormack didn’t answer.
“Not at first,” Mara continued. “At first she cursed you so much I thought the walls would catch fire. But later, when the baby started kicking, she’d sit by the window and go quiet. She’d say, ‘He would have loved this part.’ Then she’d hate herself for saying it.”
Cormack closed his eyes.
“I did love her,” he said.
Mara’s voice sharpened. “Then why leave?”
Because men were hunting him. Because his enemies had begun circling anyone he touched. Because love had made Brin visible. Because he thought distance was a shield.
Because he was a coward who knew how to survive war but not tenderness.
“I thought absence would protect her.”
Mara looked at him with exhausted contempt.
“It didn’t.”
“No,” Cormack said. “It didn’t.”
Dr. Reyes returned with the flash drive in a plastic evidence sleeve.
“This contains recordings,” she said. “Yara threatening Brin. Also someone else.”
Cormack’s head lifted.
“Who?”
Dr. Reyes looked grim.
“A man named Aurelio Salcedo.”
Cormack’s expression went utterly still.
“He ordered it?”
“From what I heard,” Reyes said, “he ordered more than threats. Brin believed someone had been tampering with her medication.”
Mara stood abruptly. “What?”
Cormack’s blood turned cold.
Dr. Reyes continued. “I can’t prove that medically yet. But the recordings are serious.”
Cormack looked through the glass again.
Brin’s machines beeped steadily.
His son slept somewhere down the hall.
And outside the hospital, an alliance was becoming a war.
But this time, Cormack understood something he had not understood nine months ago.
If he answered darkness with darkness, Brin and Rowan would inherit only ashes.
So he did the most shocking thing a man like him could do.
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He took out his phone.
And called the FBI.
