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Chapter 7
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2025-12-17 14:15:46Estelle’s POV
I stood at JFK baggage claim watching the carousel spin while Chloe pressed against my hip. Seven years old now, all long legs and dark hair, Harrison’s eyes staring back at me every time I looked at her.
“When’s Aunt Daisy coming?” she asked, tugging my coat.
“Soon, sweetie.”
I’d built a good life in Austria as an auditory reconstructive surgeon, but the salary here was better and Chloe deserved the best education. So when the hospital invitation came, I accepted, even though coming back felt like walking into a fire I’d already survived once.
“Estelle!” Daisy’s voice cut through the airport noise and I turned to see her pushing through the crowd, waving frantically. She pulled me into a tight hug and I squeezed back hard, grateful for something familiar.
“And Chloe! You got so big!”
We drove all the way to our favorite restaurant. Daisy went inside with Chloe to order first, while I stayed behind, rummaging through the trunk for something.
I was elbow-deep in suitcases when I heard a small voice behind me.
“Excuse me?”
I turned around and looked down at a little boy, maybe seven or eight years old, with dark hair and big green eyes that were red from crying. He was twisting his hands together nervously.
I thought to myself that if my son were still alive, he would be about this age now.
“Hi there,” I said gently, crouching down to his level. “Are you okay?”
“I…I lost my daddy,” he said shakily, his bottom lip trembling. “I can’t find him anywhere.”
I reached out and touched his shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay. We’ll find him. What’s your name?”
“Lucas,” he whispered.
“Okay, Lucas. That’s a good name.” I smiled at him reassuringly. “Do you know your daddy’s phone number? We can call him.”
He nodded quickly and rattled off a string of numbers. I pulled out my phone and dialed, holding it to my ear while Lucas watched me anxiously. His eyes were so big and trusting, fixed on my face waiting for me to fix this.
Something about his face tugged at me—the shape of his nose, the way his eyebrows drew together when he was worried. I’d seen that expression before somewhere.
The number didn’t connect. Wrong number.
“Hmm, that didn’t work,” I said carefully, not wanting to scare him more. “Can you try again? Sometimes it’s hard to remember when we’re nervous.”
He scrunched up his face, thinking hard, then gave me another number.
I dialed again, watching him chew on his lip the same way Chloe did when she was worried about something.
Still nothing. The call went straight to a generic voicemail.
Lucas’s eyes filled with tears again and he hiccupped slightly, trying not to cry. “I’m sorry, I can’t remember—”
“It’s okay,” I said quickly when his eyes started welling up again. “You’re doing great, Lucas.”
“I keep forgetting the numbers and my daddy’s gonna be so worried—” he said miserably, rubbing his eyes.
“No, no, it’s okay,” I said quickly, reaching out to squeeze his hand. His fingers were small and cold in mine. “You’re doing really good, Lucas. Really good. It’s not your fault.”
“I got distracted,” he confessed miserably, looking down at our joined hands. “Daddy said to stay close but I saw a dog and I followed it and then—and then I couldn’t find him anymore.”
“That happens,” I said softly, giving his hand another gentle squeeze. “I bet your daddy is looking for you right now, and he’s going to be so happy when he finds you safe.”
Lucas looked up at me again, his grip on my hand tightening slightly. “You won’t leave, will you? Until we find him?”
Something squeezed in my throat at the question, at how scared he sounded. “I won’t leave,” I promised firmly. “We’ll find him together, okay?”
He nodded, relaxing slightly, and I noticed how he shifted closer to me, like he was trying to stay in my orbit.
For a child who’d just met me two minutes ago, he seemed remarkably comfortable now, his initial panic fading.
“Do you remember what your daddy looks like?” I asked, trying a different approach. “Maybe we can spot him in the parking lot.”
“He’s tall,” Lucas said immediately, brightening a little at the question. “And he has dark hair. And he was wearing a suit today because he had a meeting.”
I glanced around the parking lot, but there were several tall men in suits scattered around. “How about we find a police officer? They’re really good at helping kids find their parents.”
“Okay,” he said quietly, sniffling, but his hand stayed in mine, trusting.
I squeezed his hand once more and pulled him gently with me, when I heard it—a man’s voice getting closer, so desperate that heads turned all across the parking lot.
“Lucas! Lucas!”
I looked up and froze. Harrison, my ex-husband, was running straight toward us, calling Lucas’s name!
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Harrison’s POVI got back to Lyndsey’s building at six that evening and Estelle was already there.She was pacing the pavement opposite the entrance, her arms wrapped tight around herself, her coat pulled close.She’d been watching the building. Of course she had.“She went in about an hour ago,” Estelle said before I could ask. “Lights came on, second floor, left-hand window. Hasn’t come out.”I looked at her and something passed across my face—a flicker I couldn’t control—before I nodded.She’d been here first. She’d been waiting for me.She’d come back on her own and stood on this pavement alone and watched because she couldn’t sit at home and do nothing while the woman who’d been stalking our children sat two streets away.“Let’s go,” I said.We went up together. I could hear Estelle’s breathing behind me, the way she breathed when she was keeping herself together by force.I knocked. No answer.I knocked harder—three sharp raps that cracked against the wood—and down the corridor
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Estelle’s POVI pulled out my phone and called him and he picked up on the third ring. “Estelle?”“Lyndsey just talked to Chloe at school,” I said.I wasn’t calm, my voice was shaking and too fast and I kept tripping over myself.“She was crouched down at the school entrance, Harrison, she was right there with her hand on her bump talking to my daughter, to our daughter, and I followed her!”“What—”“I followed her back to a flat and it’s two streets from your building, she’s been living two streets from you this entire—”“Slow down. Which building? What’s the address?”“It’s on Curzon Lane, the brown building with the blue door.”“Okay, and—”“Flat probably on the second floor because that’s where the lights came on.”“I—”“And Harrison, I swear to God if you’re not here in the next ten minutes I’m going up there myself and I don’t trust what I’ll do to her!”“I’m coming. Don’t go up. Estelle, don’t go up.”“Then hurry!”I hung up and leaned against the wall across the street, watchi
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Estelle’s POVI was late and Chloe was already out of the car.She’d unbuckled herself while I was still fumbling with the bag strap that had gotten tangled around the gear shift, and by the time I yanked it free and grabbed my keys and shoved the door open, she was ten paces ahead of me, her ponytail bouncing, her backpack sliding off one shoulder.“Chloe, wait for me!” I called, half-jogging across the car park, my bag swinging wildly against my hip. “Chloe, hold on, don’t go in without—”I looked up.Across the car park, near the cafeteria doors, a woman was crouched down at Chloe’s height.One hand rested on a visible bump, the other gesturing gently, warmly, and Chloe was standing right there listening with her head tilted the way she did when she was interested in something, not scared, not backing away, just curious and engaged.The woman was smiling at her.I started walking. Then faster. My bag swung out and caught on a pushchair handle and I yanked it free without stopping,
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Lyndsey’s POVThe photographs covered the entire bed, dozens of them, spread across the duvet in rows and clusters, and I sat cross-legged in the middle sorting them into categories while I ate dry cereal from the box with my free hand.Blue sticky tabs for Harrison—Harrison at the park, Harrison at the supermarket, Harrison’s car outside the school.Pink for Estelle—Estelle at the clinic, Estelle carrying groceries, Estelle’s car in the car park.Yellow for the children—Lucas in the backseat, Chloe at the gate, both of them together in the playground, their shoulders touching.I wrote the date, time, and location on each tab in careful handwriting and pressed them onto the corners of the prints, lining them up neatly, adjusting the ones that went crooked. The order mattered. The system mattered. If you kept things organised, you kept things under control.My regular phone rang on the nightstand. Claire. I glanced at it and went back to sorting. It rang again. I let it go to voicemail
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Harrison’s POVI called Estelle from my car, still parked on the curb, still gripping the steering wheel with one hand.“The phone was traced near my mother’s house,” I said as soon as she picked up, “but it doesn’t fit. I got another call about Lucas—it came from a cell tower near my flat. Whoever made that call was standing practically outside my building.”“So it’s not your mother,” Estelle said slowly.“I confronted her this morning. She denied it and I…I think she was telling the truth. Her anger was real. No pauses, no deflecting—just fury that I’d accused her.”“Your mother has spent seven years proving she’s capable of anything, Harrison.”“This doesn’t feel like her. She operates through lawyers and social pressure and other people’s hands. This is…this feels different.”“Who else?” Estelle asked tightly.Neither of us said the name. The line hummed between us and I could hear her breathing and the faint sound of a tap running.“I’ll update you when Greaves has more,” I said.
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Estelle’s POVI stared at him blankly. My mouth opened but nothing came out. What was I supposed to say? Seven years and he was standing right in front of me with a son and I couldn’t form a single coherent thought.“I’m doing okay,” I said finally.Silence dropped between us and I couldn’t look at
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