เข้าสู่ระบบALEX POV The elevator opened at the end of the corridor, and my mother was out before the doors finished parting. She didn't look at Reeves or the officers or the doctors. She crossed the floor with her coat half off her shoulders and her hair unpinned, and she walked straight into me. She put her arms around my ribs and held on. I had built a lot of things in the last hour. Walls. Orders. A voice that wasn't shaking. They held for about two seconds. She smelled like the house I grew up in, like soap and the cedar chest at the foot of her bed. Her arms were thin, and they were stronger than any man's I had fought that night. I felt something behind my breastbone shift and start to give. "She can feel it. She always could." "Don't fall apart in front of her. Not yet." "Where is he," she whispered. "Alexander. Where is he?" I couldn't answer. She pulled back and took my face in both hands. Her thumbs came away red. She looked at the blood and the swelling, at the crac
Alex's POV They let me up in pieces. The officer's knee lifted from my back first, then his hand from my shoulder, after Marcus's voice cut across the loading bay. "That's Alexander Voss. Let him up." I got to my knees on the wet concrete. My knuckles had dried tacky, and when I opened my fist the skin split along the creases and bled again. My forearm throbbed where the steel tray had cracked against it. Somewhere behind my ribs, the sirens were still going, thinning north into the dark. Marcus's team arrived the way they always arrived, in force and in formation. Five black vehicles, doors slamming in sequence, men in dark jackets fanning out across the bay with earpieces in and hands hovering near their belts. They spoke to the police in low, level voices. They were composed and professional. They were forty minutes late. "They were supposed to be a wall." "Instead they were a goddamn open door." My son had been taken while they sat somewhere outside, and now th
ALEX POV "When my son died and I lost Mason, I promised myself I was going to make Maya suffer... that I'll take her happiness away from her.... " she said. Her voice was soft, almost kind. "This one comes with me." "Shut him up," one of the men said. "Now." The forearm pressed harder. The edges of the room went gray. She moved quickly after that. There was a little green oxygen canister on the bottom shelf of the nearest cart, and she already knew it was there. She clipped the tubing to it with one hand, without looking, without hesitating. She had studied this room. One of the men glanced at the girl's bassinet, and I felt my heart stop. My daughter lay under the warm lamp with her small pink cap crooked, one hand loose beside her ear. She had slept through the whole thing. "The other one?" the man said. Selina looked at her. For a moment, her face did something I could not read. "Just the boy," she said. Then she turned, cradling him against her shoulder
Alex's POV I hit the corner at a dead run, and the corridor opened into the nursery. Real staff were on their knees. Two nurses knelt against the far wall with their hands laced behind their heads. A third lay on her side near the sink, one shoe missing, breathing in short, terrified pulls. A man in blue scrubs stood over the kneeling nurses with a pistol, long and black at the muzzle, a suppressor threaded onto it. That explained the shout that had been cut off. Nothing in the room had made a sound loud enough to matter.... The man near the incubators had already lifted the hood of my son's. A monitor chirped in warning, small and useless. His chest pulled in quick little breaths, his fists curled beside his face. The man's hand hovered above him, gloved, unhurried. "Not my son." "Not while I'm still breathing." I did not decide to move. My body simply went. The first man never saw me coming. I caught him at the hip with my shoulder and drove him into the steel edge of
ALEX POV I pulled out my phone.Marcus's name. Call.It connected.Two seconds of hollow static, a breath of dead air.Then nothing.I looked at the screen. The signal bars had vanished, replaced by a small gray icon that said no service. I tried again. Nothing.... I tried the hospital wifi and watched the little wheel spin without producing anything but its own patience.Blocked.Not weak. Blocked. Someone had reached into this building and taken every line out of it."They planned this...."A nurse came around the corner with a tray of small plastic vials, and I stepped into her path harder than I meant to."Those three," I said quietly. "By the elevators, by the stairs, and the woman at the window. Who are they?"She glanced down the hall, distracted, already halfway back to her own errand."Agency staff, I think," she said. "We're short today. Half the floor's been covered by temps.""No," I said. "They're not...."She looked at me properly then, and
Alex's POVThe ICU had its own weather.The ventilator rose and fell in slow, patient rhythm. The monitors chirped their small green numbers into the dim room. Somewhere behind the glass, a pump clicked every few seconds like a clock that had forgotten what it was counting.I sat beside her with her hand in both of mine.Jane had finally gone to the family room. I had made her. She'd been on her feet for nine hours, and grief had folded her into someone smaller than the woman who walked into our house that morning with a container of fruit salad.So it was just me and the machines..."She has your mouth," I told Maya. "The girl. I saw it the second they cleaned her up. Same stubborn little line right before she decides to be unimpressed."The ventilator rose. Fell."And the boy already has that jaw. The one you get when someone tells you no. Give him a year. He'll be negotiating with the pediatrician...."I turned her hand over.A bruise had bloomed at the inside of
Maya’s POVI stayed until the last possible minute.Not because there was work left. Because I needed time to rebuild the mask.By the time I stepped into the executive hallway leading to the private parking garage, my heels clicked with deliberate calm. My makeup was fresh, concealer over the red
Maya’s POV“She is two months pregnant.”“I can’t believe it,” Mason’s voice carried through the cracked boardroom door, low and reverent, the way he used to speak to me only in our earliest days before the miscarriages, before the silence grew between us like frost on glass. “Two months?”My fing
Maya’s POVThe air in Mason’s office thickened the second I turned back toward the door. Selina moved first quick, theatrical reaching out as if to grab my arm in some mockery of concern.“Maya, wait……”Her fingers brushed my sleeve.I reacted on instinct. A small, sharp push just enough to create
Maya's POV I lifted my chin, Selina is there beside Mason, in a romantic posture. “How do you sleep at night, Selina, with all that evil sitting on your chest like a stone?”She laughed soft, delighted. “Easily. Because I finally stopped pretending to be the good girl who waits for her turn”I lo







