LOGINChapter 280Cynthia's POVKevin's shoulders shook as he cried, his hands gripping mine tightly, like he was afraid I might disappear if he let go."This is my fault," he said, his voice breaking. "All of it. If I'd just followed you into the hospital that day—if I hadn't stayed in the car like an idiot—maybe none of this would have happened."I blinked slowly, his words filtering through the fog that had wrapped around my mind for weeks."Kevin…" I started, my voice hoarse from disuse."I know…" Kevin interrupted, wiping roughly at his eyes. "I let you go in alone. I knew something felt wrong. I knew you were taking too long. But I didn't trust my gut. I didn't go check on you when I should have."He looked at me, and the guilt in his eyes was so raw it hurt to see."And now Ethan's gone," Kevin said. "And you're... you're disappearing too, Cici. Right in front of me. And I don't know how to stop it."Tears burned at the corners of my own eyes."Every morning," Kevin continued, his vo
Chapter 279Cynthia's POVSix weeks. Six damn weeks! Fucking forty-two days. One thousand and eight hours.I'd stopped counting after the first month. What was the point?The numbers didn't change anything.Didn't bring Ethan back or make the pain any less suffocating.The police had officially scaled back the search.They didn't announce it publicly — there was no press conference, no formal statement — but I could tell.The phone calls from the Detective became less frequent.Once a day became every other day.Then once a week, then nothing.The last time we spoke, she'd used the word "unlikely.""It's unlikely we'll find Mr. Walker at this point, Ms. Cynclair."Such a polite way of saying impossible, a fucking gentle way of saying give up.The media had already made their conclusions.The headlines shifted from hopeful to resigned to outright morbid."Ethan Walker: Six Weeks Missing, Presumed Dead""Forensic Experts: Blood Loss Would Have Been Fatal""Police Believe Body May Have B
Chapter 278Cynthia's POVTwo weeks, fourteen days, three hundred and thirty-six hours.I'd counted every single one.And still, there was no sign of Ethan.The police were useless.Completely, utterly useless.Every day, Detective Susan would call with the same non-update."We're still searching, Ms. Cynclair.""We've expanded our efforts.""We're following every lead."But they had nothing.No sightings of Grace or Pascal, no trace of Anna.No evidence of where they'd taken Ethan.Nothing.Just empty promises and hollow reassurances that did absolutely nothing to bring him back.I was losing my mind.I knew I was.Everyone around me could see it.The way I'd stopped sleeping properly, surviving on maybe two or three hours a night before nightmares jolted me awake.The way I'd stopped eating regularly, forcing down a few bites only when someone literally sat beside me and insisted.The way I'd started pacing the mansion at all hours, unable to sit still, unable to rest, unable to do
Chapter 277Cynthia's POVNew Year's Eve came and went.Fireworks lit up the Missford skyline at midnight—bright bursts of color against the dark winter sky, celebrating a fresh start, new beginnings, hope for the year ahead.But I felt none of it.I stood at the window of my bedroom, watching the celebrations from a distance, feeling completely disconnected from the joy everyone else seemed to feel.Somewhere out there, Ethan was dying.And I was here, safe and warm, while he suffered.The guilt was crushing.…The next morning — New Year's Day — brought no news.No updates from the police.No sightings of Grace or Pascal.No sign of Ethan.Nothing.Just silence.And that silence was worse than any bad news could have been.Because at least bad news would have been something.At least I would have known.Detective Susan called in the afternoon, her voice carefully neutral."We're still searching, Ms. Cynclair," she said. "We've expanded the radius. We're checking abandoned buildings,
Chapter 276Cynthia's POVHow could I possibly explain to my eleven-year-old son that I had no idea where his father was?That the last time I'd seen Ethan, he'd been beaten, barely able to stand?That I'd left him in a warehouse with people who wanted him dead?I couldn't.So I did what any mother would do when faced with an impossible situation.I lied.I pulled Amber close, holding him against my chest, feeling his small body trembling with fear and confusion."Daddy's going to be home soon," I said, my voice surprisingly steady despite the lies. "He just... he had to take care of some things. But he'll be back. I promise."Amber pulled back slightly, his tear-stained face looking up at me with those intelligent, skeptical eyes that were so much like mine."Where is he now?" he asked."At the Walker mansion," I said quickly. "Taking care of some business things. You know how your daddy gets with work.""Can we go see him?" Amber asked."Soon," I said, smoothing his hair back. "But
Chapter 275Cynthia's POVAbout twenty minutes passed.Twenty agonizing, endless minutes.The tactical team surrounded the warehouse, weapons raised, calling out commands, demanding surrender.But there was no response, no movement inside, no sound.Nothing.Detective Susan's voice came over the radio again, sharp and decisive."We're going in. All units, breach on my mark."I watched, my hands pressed against the car window, my breath fogging the glass, as the officers moved in synchronized formation toward the warehouse entrance."Three... two... one... breach."The door burst open.Officers flooded inside, their flashlights cutting through the darkness, their voices echoing through the vast space."Clear!""Clear!""No movement!""Building is empty!"The words hit me like a physical blow.Empty."No," I whispered.Nathaniel's hand gripped my shoulder tightly."Stay here," he said firmly.But I was already moving out of the car.Already running toward the warehouse."Cynthia, wait…"
Chapter 155Ethan's POVThere was already another vehicle parked outside—a white van with "Child Protective Services" emblazoned on the side.My stomach twisted.They'd actually come.Part of me had hoped they wouldn't respond so quickly, that maybe I'd have time to figure out another solution, som
Chapter 146 Ethan’s POV The moment I ended the call with child services and sent them the address, my hands were shaking so badly I almost dropped my phone. I stood there for a second in the dim hallway outside Anna’s apartment, breathing hard, trying to slow my racing thoughts. My chest felt tig
Chapter 161Ethan’s POV“No.”The word came out sharp and immediate, cutting through the air before I had time to soften it or think it through.“No way you’re taking my son to your men’s house.”The silence that followed was brief, but heavy. The kind that presses against your chest and makes you
Chapter 157Cynthia's POVI watched Amber disappear up the stairs, his footsteps growing fainter with each step as he headed toward his room. He didn’t look back. He trusted me enough not to. That thought twisted painfully in my chest.Only when I heard the soft, unmistakable click of his door clos







