"Max, are you sure that this will work?"They both sit within the living room, printing off pictures of Riley that read 'Missing: Riley Ryder' at the top and the bottom says 'Reward: $1,000,000'. Maryanne sits and stares at the picture, wondering if they will ever see her again.Max shrugs, "I can only hope. If nothing comes of it, then I'll raise the amount. I'll use this house if I have to.""What if they aren't able to find her?""They will, don't worry." He pauses as he stacks some of the paperwork. Geneva rushes about around them, grabbing papers and heading out the door with them.One of the detectives enters the living room, his cellphone in hand. "My men are searching the entire town and into the city to find Riley."Max straightens, facing the man, "Do you have any leads?"He cringes softly, "Not at this moment, no." he turns to Maryanne, his voice gentler, "We wanted to ask a favor of you, Maryanne, if that is alright?"She frowns as confusion lines her features, "Me?
It has been several hours since Maryanne stood before the reporters and spoke about Riley. Nothing has come of her speech except more phone calls with strangers' saying how sorry they were and that they hope that Riley is found quickly.Maryanne can't help but think it is odd that the kidnapper has not called them yet. If it was related to Max's work, then it would be about a ransom. Max has enough money. So why not call and blackmail him into giving them an insane amount of untraceable cash? What else could be a motivator?Max paces back and forth across the living room. Neither have been able to go back to their rooms. It is too close to Riley's for comfort. Maryanne has barely slept. The exhaustion is taking its hold on her, but she is fighting it. She shouldn't be sleeping while everyone else is still awake and searching for Riley. Max has barely shown any sign of exhaustion. He is grim and alert at the same time.He grumbles, pausing at the main window and watching the reporters,
Maryanne grips her phone tightly, her body trembling as they pull into the parking lot of the old house. It isn't far from where their house is. Caroline was this close all along.Max puts the car into park and turns the ignition off, "Maryanne, you shouldn't've come. Stay in the car." He glances at her for only a second before opening his door.Maryanne bites out, "I am not staying in here when Riley is in there." She swings open her own door, fighting the tingle in her legs causing her muscles to be weak. She takes a sharp breath in and tries to reorient herself before fear causes her to panic."Maryanne," Max warns as he quickly moves towards the front door.Maryanne refuses to back down and is right behind him, her eyes wide with terror.Max glances back toward her before huffing, "Fine, just call the cops while we're here. We can't wait for them to arrive but having them here will help.""Okay," she nods and swipes open her phone.It takes a few rings before the call is answ
Sitting in the pristine courtroom, Maryanne tries to remain calm. For the last year she has been dreaming of this day. For the chance to fight for Riley and gain custody.It is different now. Maryanne glances to her side and looks at Max who sits tensely, talking with his lawyer. She wonders if what she is going to do will be the best for Riley.The judge leans forward from his seat, "From what I have understood, this has been quite a year for the both of you, as I am sure it has been for Riley. I had my reoccurring doubts about how you two would manage the time spent together in one house, but I can see it has worked very well for you. I understand that you each want sole custody, and I am willing to grant it to one of you, but I would like to hear your testimonies on why you deem yourself fit for sole guardianship."Maryanne nods and organizes the paperwork she has in front of her. Taking a sip of her water and then taking a deep breath in, Maryanne clears her throat. "Thank you,
As the cold winter air rushes through the quiet library, rustling pages of a few open books, Maryanne shivers, her body tightening up. She presses the start button on her key fob to make sure her car is running. Shaking the chill off, she releases her tied up hair from her dark scrunchie, allowing her pale locks to fall down around her shoulders. After running her hands through her hair, she pulls on a black beanie and shrugs on her winter jacket.Maryanne sighs, dreading the walk from the door to her warm car. After she places the strap of her purse around her shoulders and tries to pick up her car keys with her gloved hands, she walks away from her desk."Have a good night," Jessica calls out to her, her glasses slipping down her thin nose as she looks up from her paperwork."You too. Don't stay too long." Maryanne smiles softly before bracing herself against the mid-January air.She all but bolts to her warm Toyota, groaning out a sigh once she is out of the freezing wonderland.
Maryanne now sits in a small meeting room, anxiety causing her to pick at her sleeves made of fleece. She refuses to look up, as a set of brooding, harsh eyes burns a hole into her. She gulps, heat biting at her neck.Why does she have to be here with him? Just his gaze causes her unease. "Is there a reason why you are even here, Mary?" Maxwell Ryder's voice is deep and causes a shiver to roll through Maryanne's spine.He is the epitome of a rich playboy. She would know, as they had grown close years ago. He was kind, yes, but she knew that he was not a one-woman kind of man. He is Greg's cousin on his mother's side. They weren't very close, as far as Maryanne knew, but they were around the same age. Max also lent Greg some money when they were expecting Riley so that he could pay off his debts. He is kind enough to not ask for the money back, or hold it over his cousin's head, but that does not mean he is the right fit for Riley.There is no way that he could possibly take care o
"How is this even possible," Maryanne questions under her breath. Her hands shake as she stares at the woman across the courtroom. Her dark hair is tied back while a scowl contorts her features."I didn't even know that Greg had a sister." She says this a little louder to Max as he sits next to her, with his lawyer."They didn't get along. Caroline has gotten into a lot of trouble in the past for her drug addiction. She was charged for aggravated assault. If I remember correctly, she went through rehab." Max speaks softly as the judge walks in.The entire room stands, waiting for the judge to reach his chair."What if they really give Riley to her?" Maryanne bites her lip, her mind racing. Would she ever see Riley again? How will Caroline raise her?"Don't worry, that won't happen." Max grasps her quivering hand and squeezes.She looks into his emerald gaze, her heart swaying. Why does he have to be so kind?The judge clears his throat, "I have reviewed the documents and statement
Shuffling around so that Riley stops falling down her side, Maryanne grunts. She stares up at the mansion in front of her. It is three stories with columns lining the entrance. The driveway loops in on a cobblestone road and Maryanne tries to navigate her way across the large rocks with Riley fidgeting in her arms."Miss Maryanne!" A woman, in her early thirties, exits the building, rushing down to her. "I have been waiting for your arrival." She grins, wiping her hands on a pale apron around her waist. Her blond hair is tied up in a bun."Oh, hello. Aren't you a bit cold," Maryanne questions, noticing that the woman only had on a thin windbreaker. "Oh, I was in a rush to greet you," she laughs, leading the way into the house.Maryanne allows Riley to slide down, her arms outstretched as she runs in circles around the large foyer."Did Max really buy this," she questions without thinking, her mouth gaping. She looks up at the large chandelier and painted ceiling. There is a grand