LOGINEvans POVI didn't argue with her. I held her against my chest on the kitchen floor for a few seconds longer, feeling the terrifying stillness in her body, and then I nodded my head against her shoulder."Okay," I said, my voice cutting through the heavy silence of the room. "We leave."I got to my feet and pulled her up with me, guiding her over to a chair before I pulled out my phone. The next forty-eight hours became a blur of silent, frantic coordination. I stayed up through the nights, working from the small desk in the corner of our bedroom, utilizing secure channels that had absolutely no connection to the Wilson family name or the corporate registry. I moved personal assets through secondary offshore accounts, shifting funds into private liquidity where the board members couldn't track the movement.Marcus was the only person I contacted outside of the house, calling him from an encrypted burner phone at three in the morning."I need the deed to the property near Grasse," I to
Hailey POVMy fingers gripped the plastic casing of the phone so tightly that the edges dug into my palm, but my voice stayed completely level when I spoke. The initial shock had receded, leaving behind that strange, icy focus that always came when my deception-sensing ability took over. I could hear the erratic rhythm of his breathing on the other end of the line, a chaotic flutter that told me he was terrified, but I needed to hear the truth beneath his panic."Who is he, Dad?" I asked, keeping my tone measured, slow, and entirely unhurried because I needed to anchor him before he spun out of control.I heard him draw in a sharp, ragged breath, the sound of paper rustling in the background indicating he was moving around a room. "His name is Victor Vance," he whispered, the name sounding foreign and heavy as it spilled through the small speaker. "You won't find him in the standard news, Hailey, because he doesn't want to be found. He is one of the oldest and wealthiest private colle
Evans POVThe silence in the kitchen stretched so tight that I could hear the faint hum of the refrigerator. Hailey stood directly across the marble island from me, her small hands flat against the edge, leaning forward as if the distance between us was the only thing keeping her upright. Her question hung in the air, cold and sharp, cutting through the quiet room.I looked down at the old photograph lying between us. The black and white image was grainy, but the face of the man standing next to Helena Frost was unmistakable. It was her father, looking decades younger, his jaw set in that familiar, formal way. I had looked at that exact same image months ago, in the dark of my study, feeling the exact same sickness that was currently washing over her face."Eight months," I said, my voice sounding rougher than I intended. I didn't try to look away from her. I owed her that much. "Marcus found the connection when he was digging into the early financial backers of the initial facility."
Hailey POVThe table between Calix and me felt like it was miles wide, and my eyes stayed glued to the yellowed edge of that second photograph. My breath caught in my throat, thick and dry, because the man standing next to Helena Frost had the exact same square set of the shoulders that I used to watch from the back seat of our old car. It was him. It was the man who had tucked me into bed, the man who had checked my homework, the man who had held my hand when I scraped my knees."Hailey," Calix said, his voice coming from somewhere far away, rough and careful, "you need to breathe."I didn't answer him right away because my lungs wouldn't work, so I just stared at the ink on the paper until the edges went blurry. "He was there," I whispered, the words scraping against my teeth as I forced them out. "He wasn't just a bystander, Calix. He was standing right next to her.""He was one of the primary reasons she had the money to build the first facility," Calix said, leaning forward, his
POV: HaileyI told Evans I needed air.He looked at me for a second longer than was comfortable and then he nodded and said, "Don't go far," and I said, "I won't," and walked out the front door and down the street and didn't look back.The café was three streets away, small and quiet at this hour, the kind of place with steamed-up windows and mismatched chairs that nobody goes to on purpose. I pushed the door open and saw him immediately, in the corner with his back to the wall and his hands around a coffee he hadn't drunk, and five years collapsed into nothing because he looked up and it was just Calix, it was still just Calix, except older, yes, something in his face had been filed down by whatever the last five years had been, but the way he looked at me when I came through the door was exactly the same as it had always been, checking first that I was alright before anything else.I sat down across from him.Neither of us said anything for a moment."You look terrible," I said."Yo
POV: HaileyI left the kitchen while Evans was still talking.Not because I didn't want to hear the rest of it, but because if I sat at that table for one more minute looking at the test and listening to the shape of everything that had been built around me without my knowledge I was going to stop being composed and I needed to stay composed for a little longer.I went upstairs and sat on the floor of the bedroom with my back against the bed and took out my phone and found the number I had for Calix, the one I had saved years ago and never deleted even after it stopped working, the way you keep things that used to matter.I called it.The line didn't even ring. Just the flat, immediate tone of a number that no longer existed.I sat there and went through every version of his contact I had ever had, the number from before he disappeared, the one he had given Mabel at some point, an email address I had found on an old message thread, a third number that Nancy had given me once and said
Hailey's POVI sat at my desk staring at the same design sketch for the third time, my pencil hovering over the paper but not moving, nothing made sense anymore, every time I closed my eyes I heard Evans' voice echoing in my head.The girl in there, Hailey doesn't know anything yet.What girl, who
Evans' POVI stared at the spilled coffee spreading across the table, my mind racing faster than I could think, I hadn't expected her to remember, had hoped maybe she'd forget or let it go, but here she was asking about the basement like it was the most natural thing in the world."The basement, ri
Hailey's POVI was halfway down the basement stairs when my phone light caught something strange, this wasn't just a storage area, the walls were too smooth, too white, like a hospital corridor.I backed up slowly, my heart hammering against my ribs, maybe I should go back upstairs, maybe I was cro
Hailey's POVI stood there staring at the closed door while Evans leaned his forehead against it, his shoulders rising and falling with heavy breaths.He didn't turn around, just stayed there with his hands pressed flat against the door like he was holding it shut against something, "he's crazy, ma







