로그인Tessa's POVI couldn't look away from the words burned into the page:*SUBJECT: TESSA HALE**STATUS: NEVER MEANT TO SURVIVE*My hands shook so badly I thought I might drop the file. The fluorescent light overhead seemed too bright, casting harsh shadows across the desk, making the words look even more damning."No," I whispered, and the word came out fractured, broken. "No, this doesn't make sense."I turned to Victor, needing him to somehow rewrite this narrative, to tell me it was a mistake, a misunderstanding, anything but the truth written in official documentation. "Why? Why would anyone want me dead?"Victor's face had gone pale. He looked like someone who'd been carrying a terrible weight for so long that finally setting it down left him unbalanced. "Tessa—""Don't," I said sharply, my voice cracking. "Don't tell me you're trying to protect me again. I'm done with that. I want the truth."He lowered his head. "I won't protect you from it anymore.""Then tell me," I demanded. "T
Tessa's POVThe abandoned Morgan Foundation headquarters looked like something out of a nightmare—a three-story monument to forgotten power, its stone facade cracked and weathered, its dark windows staring out like hollow eyes. Weeds had overtaken the entrance, and the massive iron fence surrounding the property was rusted nearly through. I couldn't tear my gaze away from the emblem above the doors—a circle surrounded by three thin lines, still visible beneath decades of dust and decay.I recognized it.My hand immediately went to the pendant beneath my shirt, pulling it free from the collar of my jacket. The symbol etched into the metal was identical to the one above the door. Exactly, perfectly, unmistakably the same.Daven noticed the change in my breathing. "What is it?""This pendant," I whispered, turning it over in my trembling fingers. "It belonged to my mother. She gave it to me when I was a child, but I never understood why she made me keep it hidden. Why she made me promise
Tessa's POVThe photograph burned in my mind even after I'd closed the image—Rose's mother tied to that chair, bruised and terrified, barely alive. I kept the phone in my hand as if letting it go might erase the evidence, might allow Adrian to deny what he was holding over us. Rose stood beside me, staring at the same screen, her entire body trembling with the raw force of seeing her mother for the first time in years and being powerless to help her."She's alive," Rose whispered, her voice barely audible.Daven placed a steadying hand on her shoulder, his touch firm and present. "We're bringing her home."Rose looked up at him, her eyes red-rimmed and desperate. "How? Adrian has her. Adrian has everything. How are we supposed to fight that?"I watched Daven's expression harden into something resolved and dangerous. "I don't know yet. But we will.""That's not good enough," Rose said, and there was an edge to her voice that reminded me she'd spent far too long accepting the scraps of
Tessa's POVEvelyn's words played on repeat in my mind as Daven rushed us out of the hospital: *Your mother knew who was behind it. That's why they took her.*My mother. Alive somewhere. Hiding somewhere. Knowing the identity of the person responsible for everything, but choosing silence to keep me safe. The weight of that knowledge pressed down on me like a physical force as we reached Daven's car."I need to call her," I said, my voice steady despite the chaos screaming inside my chest.Daven noticed immediately. His hand reached for my arm gently. "Tessa.""I need answers," I said, pulling out my phone. "And she's the only one who has them."He didn't try to stop me again. I could see the acceptance in his expression—the understanding that I'd reached the point where ignorance was no longer an option. I pressed Monalisa's number before I could second-guess myself.It rang twice before she answered."Tessa?" Her voice sounded different than I remembered—worn down, tired, carrying th
Tessa's POVThe drive to Westbridge Care Center felt suspended in time—minutes stretching like hours, each second weighed down by the knowledge that we were finally, finally close to answers. Daven drove with an intensity that bordered on reckless, his eyes fixed on the road ahead with the singular focus of someone pursuing the only truth that mattered. Jake sat in the passenger seat, phone pressed to his ear, speaking in low, urgent tones to someone on the other end of the line. In the back seat, Rose sat rigid beside me, her hands clenched in her lap, waiting for news about her mother while simultaneously bracing herself for revelations about her past."Any update?" I asked, my voice barely audible above the engine.Jake ended the call and turned to face us. "She survived."I released a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. Evelyn Carter was alive. The woman who had been there the night everything changed was alive, which meant answers were still possible, which meant we hadn't co
Tessa's POVVictor's words kept echoing through my mind as we rushed back to Westbridge Medical Center: *"The second witness was inside the hospital when you were born."*A nurse. Someone with access. Someone my mother had trusted. Someone who had been close enough to see everything and do nothing to stop it. The reality of that kept twisting through my thoughts—the fact that while my mother was disappearing, while my life was being rewritten, there had been someone standing right there, bearing witness, and choosing silence.Daven drove with his jaw clenched, his hands gripping the steering wheel with enough force to turn his knuckles white. The tension radiating off him was almost tangible. I could feel his mind working through the same puzzle pieces I was, arranging them into patterns, trying to make sense of how a single nurse could connect to everything—to Adrian, to my mother, to the entire conspiracy that had shaped my existence."You're quiet," I said, breaking the silence tha







