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#208

Author: Grace Grandi
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Chapter 208

Cynthia's POV

I pulled out my phone with trembling fingers, my heart still racing from the relief of having Amber safe in my arms.

Ethan needed to know.

No matter how angry I was at him—and God, I was furious—he was still Amber's father. He deserved to know that our son was safe.

He was probably losing his mind right now, just like I had been.

I scrolled to his contact and pressed call, lifting the phone to my ear.

It rang once.

Twice.

Three times.

Four.

Then voicemail.

My brows fu
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