Andrew’s hand fell from the doorframe.

The woman in blue went pale.

“That’s a lie,” she said quickly. “She’s manipulating them.”

But the boys only held the maid tighter.

The older one looked at his father through tears.

“She knew our bedtime song, Dad.”

Andrew stared at the maid.

His voice came out broken.

“My wife died.”

The maid shook her head slowly.

“No, Andrew.”

The room seemed to tilt around him.

“She told me you didn’t want me here,” the maid whispered.

Andrew turned toward the woman in blue.

She stepped back.

The maid reached into her apron pocket with trembling fingers and pulled out a tiny silver bracelet.

Andrew stopped breathing.

It was the bracelet he had given his wife the night their twins were born.

The woman in blue whispered, “Don’t.”

But it was too late.

The maid looked at Andrew, tears slipping down her face.

“I woke up in a hospital three years ago with no children, no husband, and documents saying I had signed everything away.”

Andrew’s eyes filled.

“I searched for you.”

“I searched for them.”

The younger boy touched her cheek.

“Mommy?”

The maid broke.

“Yes, baby.”

Andrew looked at the woman in blue, his voice shaking with rage.

“What did you do?”

She said nothing.

And that silence told him everything.