I had secretly placed cameras on my paralyzed twin daughters to expose the impoverished new maid due to suspicions about her paternity… but the footage revealed my wife’s “accident.” Everything came as a devastating blow that paralyzed my mind…

Noah had not heard it in nearly three years.

And he had never told Amara.

“How do you know that hymn?” he asked quietly.

Amara blinked. “Sir?”

“The song.” Noah stood now, slower. His tone changed just enough that even the girls noticed. “How do you know it?”

Amara’s mouth parted. For a moment she looked trapped between two answers.

“My mother sang it in church when I was young,” she said at last.

“That’s common enough,” Noah said, though his pulse disagreed. “But you were singing Ava’s arrangement. The pause after the second line. The way she used to slow the word ‘way.’”

Amara’s fingers tightened around Lily’s shoulder.

“I didn’t know that, sir.”

Noah held her gaze. “Did you go through my wife’s things?”

“No.”

“Did someone tell you about her?”

“No.”

“Then how did my daughters hear a dead woman in your voice?”

“Mr. Ashford,” Amara said, and now hurt flashed across her face, hot and quick, “I don’t know what your girls saw. I only know they stood up when they heard that song.”

The girls shrank slightly, sensing the turn in the air.