They had evidence, too. A footage rolled, of a much younger Clara, visibly pregnant after high school. Another photo of her slumped in the driver's seat of an old car, cradling a sleeping newborn in her arms. She had no makeup and her eyes were hollow, her life laid bare for the world to dissect.
The anchor's voice cut her deep;
"Reports suggest she was barely eighteen when she got pregnant. No adoption papers exist for the child, and the boy's whereabouts are unknown. Sources say the Ashford family, one of the wealthiest in the state, may not have known about the alleged baby. Did she marry into the family while keeping such a secret from her fiance. This is still a developing story. But here is the question everyone is asking: What happened to the child?"
Clara's fingers went cold. The remote slipped from her hand, hitting the floor hard.
Axiel's voice came from the kitchen, soft and impatient. "Clara? Are we still making the cake?"
