THE DAUGHTER IN VERMONT
Her name was Lily Marsh.
Five years old.
Born three weeks after Leo through a surrogate named Dana Marsh, who died during delivery believing Cynthia and Bryce would raise the baby.
Bryce hid Lily in a Vermont residence controlled by the clinic.
She was the backup donor.
Cynthia found her in a large house filled with tutors, rotating caregivers, and medical equipment.
Lily called every caregiver “aunt.”
She knew Bryce only as Mr. Bryce.
When Cynthia entered, Lily noticed Captain Barnaby.
“I have one like that.”
She brought a stuffed giraffe from her bedroom.
Cynthia’s grief opened again.
The court appointed independent counsel. Thomas could seek biological parentage. Corbin could fund guardianship. Cynthia could petition as family.
Lily was asked what she wanted.
She wanted to remain near her school.
She wanted Cynthia to visit.
She did not want Thomas because he was a stranger.
She wanted to know whether Leo would have liked her.
“Yes,” Cynthia said. “He liked everyone until they gave him broccoli.”
Lily laughed.
Their relationship began there.
Bryce’s trial started months later.
He claimed Jessica manipulated him. He admitted giving Leo midazolam but said he believed the dose was safe.
The prosecutor asked why he filed a trust transfer four minutes before Leo’s death.
Bryce had no answer.
Jessica testified against him, but defense attorneys revealed she had scheduled the private autopsy before Bryce did.
Both had prepared for Leo’s death while insisting they never expected it.
Bryce was convicted of felony murder, child endangerment, fraud, and conspiracy.
Jessica received a reduced but lengthy sentence for exposing the clinic network.
The case appeared closed.
Then Jessica asked to meet Cynthia.
“Bryce did not give Leo the final dose,” she said.
Cynthia stood. “Who did?”
Jessica slid a security image across the table.
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Corbin stood in Cynthia’s kitchen holding Leo’s juice glass.
Timestamp: 7:46 p.m.
