เข้าสู่ระบบEmma was still in my arms when we arrived home just as dawn broke over the city. She had fallen asleep in the car, exhausted from being woken in the middle of the night. I carried her upstairs to her bedroom and tucked her back into bed. She stirred slightly but didn't wake.Diana met me in the hallway. Her face was pale with worry."What happened? The FBI agents wouldn't tell me anything except that you were all safe.""Jessica Patterson tried to lure me into a trap. She failed. She's in custody now along with Richard Shaw." I sagged against the wall. "It's over, Diana. Really over this time."Diana pulled me into a hug. "You did it. You protected your family. You survived."After Diana left, I went back to Emma's room. I sat in the chair beside her bed and watched her sleep like I had done so many nights before. But this time was different. This time I wasn't watching out of fear. I was watching out of gratitude.My daughter was safe. Finally, completely safe.Marcus found me there
The trap was set. Now we waited.Three days passed with no movement from Jessica or Richard. Agent Park's surveillance teams watched them constantly. Jessica stayed in a luxury hotel in Manhattan. Richard continued his normal business activities. They didn't meet again. Didn't communicate through any channels the FBI could detect."Maybe they know we're watching," Marcus suggested on the third night. We sat in our living room reviewing the day's surveillance reports while Emma slept upstairs."Jessica is too smart to be that obvious," I said. "She's planning something. We just haven't figured out what yet."My phone rang. Agent Park."We've got movement. Jessica just left her hotel in a taxi. She's heading toward the waterfront."My pulse quickened. "The harbor?""Looks that way. And Bethany, Richard Shaw just got in his car. He's heading in the same direction."This was it. Whatever they had planned was happening now."I'm coming," I said."Absolutely not. This is an FBI operation. Y
The park felt like a different world. A peaceful world where the worst thing that could happen was a duck stealing too much bread. Emma chased pigeons across the grass while Marcus captured every moment through his camera lens. I sat on the bench watching them and tried to convince myself this was real. That the danger was truly over.My phone buzzed. Agent Park again."Bethany, we need you to come to the federal building tomorrow. There's been a development."My stomach dropped. "What kind of development?""We've been monitoring Brock's communications from the psychiatric facility. He received a visitor yesterday. His lawyer brought someone who claimed to be a distant cousin. But our facial recognition software flagged her." Agent Park paused. "It was Jessica Patterson."The name hit me like ice water. "That's impossible. Jessica is supposed to be in Europe. Interpol has been tracking her.""She came back. We don't know why yet. But she met with Brock for thirty minutes. We couldn't
I walked out of the prison into bright afternoon sunlight. Marcus stood beside his car in the parking lot, exactly where he said he would be. When he saw my face, he opened his arms. I walked into them and let myself fall apart for just a moment."It's done," I whispered against his chest. "It's really done.""How do you feel?"I pulled back and thought about it. "Empty. Sad. Relieved. All of it at once." I looked back at the gray prison building. "He's completely broken, Marcus. He actually believes his own lies now. In his mind, I'm the villain who destroyed him.""Does that bother you?""No. Not anymore. I know the truth. Emma knows the truth. That's all that matters." I took a deep breath. "Let's go home. I want to see my daughter."The drive home was quiet but peaceful. Marcus played soft music on the radio. I watched the city pass by outside the window. People going about their normal lives. Shopping. Laughing. Walking dogs. Existing in a world where their ex-husbands weren't in
The hospital was too bright after the darkness of the harbor. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead while doctors checked Emma for injuries. She sat on the examination table wrapped in a blanket, still shaking but trying to be brave. Marcus held one of her hands. I held the other."No signs of physical trauma," the doctor said after finishing his examination. "No bruises, no cuts. Whoever had her didn't hurt her physically. But I'm recommending a full psychological evaluation. Kidnapping is traumatic even when there's no physical harm."I nodded numbly. Dr. Chen was already on her way. Emma would need therapy. Again. More sessions unpacking more trauma. My seven year old daughter had experienced more horror than most adults face in a lifetime."Can we go home?" Emma's small voice cut through my thoughts."Soon, baby." I smoothed her hair back from her face. "The doctors just want to make sure you're completely okay."Agent Park appeared in the doorway. Her expression was grim. "Bethany,
Agent Park's car screamed through the empty streets toward the harbor. My hands gripped the dashboard so hard my knuckles turned white. Behind us, three more FBI vehicles followed with sirens blaring. The city blurred past in streaks of light and shadow."How long since you sent the message?" Agent Park asked. Her foot pressed the accelerator harder.I checked my phone. "Twelve minutes. Brock said Chloe would wait ten minutes for his call. We're already past the deadline.""Then we pray she's stalling. That she's waiting a little longer to be sure." Agent Park spoke into her radio. "All units converge on harbor locations near Statue of Liberty viewing areas. Suspect is Chloe Winters, white female, early thirties. Hostage is Emma Chen, seven years old. Consider suspect armed and extremely dangerous."My mind wouldn't stop racing. Chloe Winters. A name I had barely thought about in a decade. A face I had almost completely forgotten. But she had remembered me. She had spent ten years nur







