ZOE’S POV “Can mommy come with us?” Jamie asked. That question took us by surprise . Austin looked at me not sure how to respond at first. Then he looked at him “Of course buddy. If mommy is okay with that.”Owen’s voice cut in, calm but laced with something sharper. “Maybe it’s better if Zoe takes him to her place instead. Somewhere quiet. Safe. Neutral.”“He’s been through too much already,” Austin said, trying not to snap. “He needs the familiarity of home. His own bed. His toys. He’s more comfortable there.”The tension between them was instant—heavy, almost suffocating. I stood, still holding Jamie, my heart caught in the middle. Austin’s protectiveness. Owen’s concern. Both valid, both rooted in care—but there was something else underneath. Something personal.I saw the tension in Owen’s body, his jaw clenched.“This isn’t about comfort” Owen said carefully. “It’s about making sure Zoe—”“Zoe is his mother,” Austin cut in, sharper now. “She can decide what’s best for her son.”
ZOE’S POV “That’s the location?” I whispered. My eyes fixed on the red dot blinking against the map on Owen's phone, afraid it would vanish if I even blinked.Owen nodded. “It’s in the outskirts. Some run-down vacation cabins near Westgrove Lake.”My stomach twisted. The place sounded so isolated, so far. What if Chloe did something before we got there? What if Jamie was scared, alone and crying out for us?Austin was already on the phone, making arrangements, and Owen was coordinating with the detectives he’d promised. Discreet, sharp men—ones who asked the right questions and didn’t flinch when we told them we couldn’t risk Chloe knowing the police were involved. I was grateful they didn’t give us lectures or hesitations. Just quiet readiness.Austin looked at me when he ended the call. “I’ll get the money. We do this fast, clean.”I wanted to believe this would all go smoothly. But my gut kept twisting with unease.The cabin Chloe texted me wasn’t far from the tracker’s location.
AUSTIN’S POV “How the hell does someone just vanish from a hospital?” I asked, raising my voice slightly at the hospital staff standing at the front desk.I couldn’t stop pacing. My heart was pounding. I’ve asked the nurses, the security guards and even some random patient’s relatives if they had seen Chloe. No one had.My thoughts were spiraling—what if Jamie was crying? Scared? What if he thought I abandoned him? What if she’d already—“Austin!”I spun around at the sound of Zoe’s voice. She was running toward me, her face pale with panic written all over it. Owen was right behind her glaring down the hallway like he was ready to throw himself into a fight.“Have you heard anything yet?” Zoe gasped coming to a stop in front of me.I shook my head, my voice tight. “Nothing. No one’s seen anything. It’s like she just—disappeared.”“We need to check the cameras” Owen said quickly. “She couldn’t have just walked out without being seen.”A guard took us to the surveillance room and I wa
ZOE’S POV I was sitting across from Owen in the office flipping through a folder for our next investor meeting, when the door burst open so hard it hit the wall with a bang.“Austin?” I blinked in surprise standing up immediately.He stormed in, teeth gritted and rage flashing in his eyes. My heart sank.“You knew,” he said sharply, voice shaking from rage. “You knew the whole time.”“I—what?” I took a step toward him, stunned.He didn’t wait. He threw something down on the table between us. It slid across the surface and stopped in front of me. A printed sheet. A DNA result.I picked it up slowly. My eyes scanned the lines, the names, the matches.Zoe Packer – Jamie Perkins: Match.Austin Perkins – Jamie Perkins: Match.I swallowed hard.He knew.The world tilted slightly under my feet. The secret was out in the open.“Austin—” I whispered.“Don’t,” he cut me off sharply. “Don’t play dumb. You knew. You knew that I was living with your sister—thinking she was you—raising a child wit
AUSTIN’S POV ‘How could she trick me like this? Why on earth has she been deceiving me?’ I thought to myself as I sat by the bed staring at her—at Zoe.Her face was so pale under the hospital light, almost fragile-looking. Her chest rose and fell with quiet, steady breaths. She looked peaceful now but all I could see was the storm she left in her wake.I was heartbroken and it wasn’t because she was hurt but because I was starting to understand the kind of pain I had been living with without knowing.I rubbed my hands together slowly trying to make sense of everything that had happened. I was supposed to come here wanting to be by her side when she woke up to hold her hand and tell her everything would be okay. But now… all I had were questions.So she’s not Jamie’s mother.She never was.That lie alone knocked the wind out of me. But the implications—God, the implications. I looked at her again and felt a bitter ache in my chest. I remembered the way she would smile at Jamie, how s
ZOE’S POV I wasn’t expecting Austin’s call. Not with everything that was happening. So when he asked if we could have lunch I almost said no because I wasn’t free at the time. But there was something in his voice, tired and low like someone clutching at air just to stay upright. So I agreed to it.We met at a quiet place near the hospital somewhere that didn’t buzz too loudly with life or laughter. He was already there by the time I arrived. He sat by the window grasping his glass of water like it was the only thing holding him together. “Hey” I said sitting down opposite him.He looked up and gave me a faint, polite smile but not real. “Hey. Thanks for coming.”“I was kind of surprised you called,” I admitted putting my bag down. “For a second I thought something had happened.”“No” he said quickly. “Nothing new with Zoe… she’s still unconscious but the doctors say there's nothing to worry about.”I nodded relieved a little but still cautious.He sat back, shoulders tight. “I’ve be