로그인ADRIAN.The wrong children.Two small blonde boys from Connecticut with a frightened mother and a baffled father who couldn't understand why half of JFK's law enforcement had descended on their vehicle.I stood there and watched Richard explain the situation to them and felt nothing. Just a hollow, spreading numbness that started somewhere in my chest and worked its way outward until I couldn't feel my hands.Lolette had stopped crying.That was almost worse than the crying.She stood a few feet away with her arms wrapped tight around herself, staring at something past the police tape, past the officers, past all of it. Her face had gone completely empty.I took a step toward her and she said "don't" so quietly I almost didn't hear it.So I didn't.I stood there instead with my hands at my sides and watched her hold herself together with nothing but sheer stubbornness while everything around us slowly dismantled. Officers filed back to their vehicles. The Connecticut family was apolog
LOLETTE.We flew past other vehicles like they were standing completely still on the road.The airport exit sign appeared ahead of us in the distance.My hands were shaking in my lap. My breathing wouldn't even out no matter how hard I tried. Every single cell in my body felt like it was vibrating at a frequency that might actually tear me apart.Twenty-two minutes until we knew if those children were really mine.Twenty-two minutes until this nightmare either ended or kept going.I couldn't survive it keeping going. I absolutely couldn't take another false hope that shattered into absolutely nothing.Adrian's hand found mine again where it was resting on my thigh.He didn't say anything to me. He just held my hand while he drove us toward whatever was waiting at that airport.The airport came into view through the windshield ahead of us.Terminal 4 rose up in front of us like some kind of beacon.My chest went so tight I couldn't breathe properly anymore."We're here," Adrian said qu
LOLETTE.The seatbelt had barely clicked into place before Adrian pulled the car away from the curb.He drove like the entire city was trying to stop us from getting there. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles had turned completely white against the leather."Richard's team spotted the vehicle about twenty minutes ago on the Van Wyck," he said without looking at me. "It's heading toward JFK Terminal 4 right now. Two blonde children were sitting in the back seat. They match the twins' age and description."My heart slammed against my ribs hard enough to hurt."The SUV is black with tinted windows. New Jersey plates but the team couldn't get the full number yet." Adrian changed lanes without signaling and cut off a taxi that honked angrily somewhere behind us. "We've got maybe forty minutes before it reaches the terminal. Probably less than that.""Did they manage to lock down the airport?""Richard's still working on it. Port Authority won't authorize anyth
ADRIAN.Three days had passed since Lolette had kicked me out of her hotel room.Seventy-two hours of absolutely nothing.No leads on the twins. No breakthroughs from the investigators. No calls from the kidnappers making new demands. Just silence stretching out in every direction while two four-year-old boys were missing somewhere and their mother refused to speak to me.I’d tried calling her fourteen times that first day.She’d answered exactly zero of those calls.The texts I sent went unanswered too. Read receipts showed me she was seeing every message I sent, but apparently reading them was as far as she planned to go.By day two, I’d stopped trying.I understood why she didn’t trust me. I did. She’d been blackout drunk that night. Woke up in bed with my shirt unbuttoned and my arm around her waist and no memory of how any of it had happened. Given our history, given everything I’d done to her five years ago, her reaction made complete sense.She’d been in shock. Scared. Trying t
LOLETTE.My head felt like someone had spent the entire night taking a sledgehammer to it.The pounding behind my temples registered first when consciousness started dragging me back toward the surface.My mouth tasted like something had crawled inside and died there. Nausea rolled through my stomach in slow, sickening waves.I kept my eyes shut tight and tried to piece together what had happened last night.The bar. Evlor sitting across from me. Tequila shots that had somehow turned into wine that had somehow turned into more shots after that.Everything that came after existed only as a blur in my memory.I shifted slightly against the mattress and heard the hotel sheets rustle against my skin. Right. I was still at the hotel where Adrian's team had put me up.But something felt wrong about this.The bed felt too warm underneath me. Heat seemed to be radiating from somewhere close by.My eyes snapped open.Adrian's jacket lay sprawled across the foot of the bed. The black fabric loo
ADRIAN.She turned into me without any hesitation. Her arms wrapped tight around my waist and she buried her face against my chest while she cried like something inside her had finally broken open.I held her and wished desperately that I could fix this. That I could promise her everything would be okay. That I could do anything except sit here while she fell apart."I should have told you about them," she said against my shirt. "When I found out I was pregnant. I should have tried harder to reach you.""You did try.""But I should have tried again." She pulled back enough to look up at me. Her face was blotchy and wet with tears. "Maybe if you'd known about them from the beginning, they'd be safe right now. Maybe if we'd been doing this together all along—""This isn't your fault.""But what if it is?" Her voice climbed higher. "What if I kept them from you and now someone's using them to get to you and it's all my fault because I was too stubborn and hurt and angry to—""Stop." I cu







