Chapter 92

"He was an angel," Renata beamed, placing the baby in his arms. "Hardly cried at all. Look at this little traitor, smiling as soon as he sees you."

The baby gurgled happily, his toothless mouth stretched into a wide grin. But Santino's smile didn't change. Even looking at his own son, the mask remained perfectly in place.

Latisha watched the picture of their happy family, her hand instinctively drifting to her own flat stomach, where an empty ache always resided. She had wanted that child so desperately, had protected it from Clifford, from those thugs... she had endured so much, only to have it all taken away by the Lamberts.

Renata twisted the knife. "You're still young, Latisha. You can always have another baby."

Latisha met her gaze. Renata's smile was dripping with mockery.

She forced a faint smile in return and said nothing, moving to the sofa to pour herself a glass of water.

Her silence seemed to infuriate Renata. She stood up abruptly. "Santino, you watch Jaden. I'm going to the restroom."