The note haunted me.
I want him.
Not the baby,not the life she abandoned.
Him.
Adrian.
She had crossed a line I wasn’t ready to confront.That night, I didn’t sleep. Adrian paced the room, silent, fuming. The guards doubled again, surveillance updated. The nursery camera was upgraded. Motion-triggered. Sound-enabled. But none of that felt safe enough.
I sat on the edge of the bed and watched him go over the footage again. Frame by frame. Pixel by pixel. As if he could reach through the screen and grab her.
She moved like a ghost. Smooth. Deliberate. Confident.She wasn’t running anymore…she was stalking.
The next morning, Vanessa came over. She looked thinner, her eyes rimmed in shadows.
“I think I’ve found her base,” she whispered.
Adrian closed the laptop.
“Where?”
“A private house in Oakside. Rented under a fake name. I traced her grocery deliveries.”
He didn’t ask how she traced them. We didn’t have time for ethics.
“Send it to me,” he said.
“I already did.”
I followed him to the st
