MasukEmily's Pov Adrian shoved against the heavy door, but the thick metal pipe wedged outside held firm. Someone had trapped us inside the moment we uncovered the photograph, and whomever it was had already vanished into the surrounding darkness.Mason stood behind him, clutching the photograph and envelope against his chest. Neither of us knew how far the intruder had gone or whether they were still nearby.I wanted to go after whoever had done this to us. Every instinct in my body pushed me back toward the long dark corridor behind us."Not like this," Adrian said, reading my expression easily. "Chasing someone through an abandoned building we do not know, in the pitch dark, is how we lose the evidence. Or worse."He was right. I hated admitting that, but he was right."Out first," I said quietly, forcing my voice to remain steady. "Then we deal with whoever did this."Anger sat hot and heavy in my chest, but beneath it, something much colder was forming. Someone knew Kael had survived
Emily's PovThe second travel log sat open on the table, and I had not stopped looking at it since Mason found it.Forty-eight hours after the first transfer. A different name for Kael. A destination outside the city limits that appeared in no standard record."He was moved twice," I said. "That is not someone letting a child disappear quietly. That is someone keeping him somewhere specific."Adrian read the log upside down. "A routing reference and a destination with no name. That is not much.""It is more than we had yesterday. We already know Kael survived. I am not searching for proof of that anymore. I am searching for the missing years of his life. This building is where they start."He nodded. "Send the address to my phone."Mason worked while we talked. He had the routing reference on one screen and a property archive on the other. "Found it. The facility operated under a different designation. A private medical annex registered to a holding company that dissolved years ago. T
Emily's PovI was done waiting.Adrian had sent me a message that said little and implied everything, the way he always did when he thought he was protecting me from something. Mason had found a lead. The archive was involved. He would explain when he had more. I read it twice, put my phone in my pocket, and drove to the storage facility myself.He was standing by a table when I came through the door, a dark bound ledger open in front of him, Mason at his shoulder with a laptop balanced on a stack of boxes. Neither of them looked surprised to see me. That told me more than the message had."You should have called me," I said."I was going to," Adrian said."You were going to explain it to me afterward. That isn't the same thing."He held my gaze for a moment and then, to his credit, did not argue. He stepped aside so I could see the ledger."Someone else requested access to this archive," he said. "Before we arrived. Through legitimate channels. We don't know who yet.""And?""And the
Adrian’s PovI kept staring at the name on the screen, refusing to let myself react to it yet.Mason waited beside me, watching my face for something I wasn't ready to give him. The name was familiar, the familiar that came from years of standing close enough to the Grant and Kingsley circles that nobody ever thought to question their presence in a room."Establish what this actually proves," I told him. "Before we approach anyone."He nodded once and went back to work.Whoever this was, they might have witnessed every piece of my family's grief without ever looking suspicious. That thought settled somewhere cold in my chest and stayed there."The former director and the name attached to the company," Mason said after a while, not looking up from his screen. "Those aren't necessarily the same person."I asked him to explain exactly what he meant.The director was still alive, reachable, someone who might know who had controlled the company and authorized the original payment, a living
Adrian’s PovI studied the damaged hospital report while Mason worked beside me, the fragment of a name sitting there useless on its own, a handful of letters that refused to resolve into anything I could use."It's not enough to identify them," he said. "Not from this alone."We started reconstructing it from everything else the hospital still had, older records, staff lists, visitor logs, whatever security archives hadn't been purged entirely over the years. I wasn't ready to accept the Ashbourne theory, not until we knew exactly who that erased name belonged to, and not before the evidence earned that conclusion honestly.Mason found an older version of the same incident report an hour later, filed before whatever had happened to the later copy, buried deep enough in a backup system that whoever cleaned the main file had apparently missed it. The name survived there, mostly intact.Not an Ashbourne.Someone who'd worked around the family instead, close enough to have legitimate acc
Adrian's Pov I left Grant Mansion before Emily had finished saying what she needed to do. There was no reason to wait for morning, not with the house still carrying the weight of everything Richard had just confessed.Mason met me at the car within minutes, already pulling up whatever digital access he still had into the Grant family's older records, his tablet glowing in the dark between us. He didn't ask why. He already knew."We're not looking for Kael anymore," I told him. "We're looking for the child everyone believed died."He nodded once and started driving, no further questions, no hesitation, exactly the kind of silence I needed from him right then.The hospital where Eleanor gave birth still existed, absorbed into a larger medical network decades ago but keeping its archives intact somewhere in a basement no one had digitized completely. Mason had access before we'd even finished parking the car.The birth record was there, exactly as Richard had described it. Eleanor had g







