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37. The Weight of Being Found

ผู้เขียน: Denny Ink
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The security team arrived two days later, and the cabin which had felt too small for weeks, suddenly felt like it belonged to someone else entirely.

Six people. Black SUVs pulled halfway up the gravel drive, engines still ticking as doors opened in near-silent unison. I stood on the porch with my arms crossed, watching them move like they'd rehearsed it, and felt a strange mix of relief and exposure, like I'd finally stopped hiding and started being watched by people paid specifically to watch.

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  • Too Late To Claim Me   69. Lost and Found.

    AriaMy world had in just few seconds narrowed to a single point of terror.I couldn't think. Breathing is hard. I couldn't do anything except scream for my son into the empty air, and pray that somehow, somewhere, he would hear me and answer."CAELUM!"My voice cracked, raw and desperate, as I ran through the house one more time. The garden. The basement. Every room, every closet, every corner where a five-year-old boy might hide.Nothing. He was nowhere.Marcus was on the phone, his voice sharp and urgent as he coordinated the search. I heard him mention the police, the school and Dorian's security team. But his words were distant and muffled, to me."Aria." Marcus's hand on my shoulder brought me back to earth."Aria, we need to go. We need to go to the school."I nodded, not trusting my voice. He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the door, and I followed him like a puppet whose strings is been controlled.The drive to the school was all blur. I don't remember getting into the c

  • Too Late To Claim Me   68. The Breaking Point.

    AriaThe house was strangely quiet when I walked in.It was the kind of quietness that pressed against your being and made you feel like you were underwater, and everything was muffled and distant.Caelum had long fallen asleep in the car. Probably exhausted from the day in school. I carried him to his room and tucked him into bed, kissing his forehead and whispering promises I was no longer sure I could keep."I'll protect you, baby. I promise. I'll protect you no matter what."He stirred gently in his sleep, his small hand reaching out for me. I took it, holding and rubbing it gently until his breathing evened out.I stood in his doorway for a long time, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, memorizing every detail of his face. His dark hair, gray eyes, and the tiny freckles that dotted his nose.My son. My miracle. My everything.And someone wanted to take him from me.***I walked into the living room, my legs heavy, and my chest tight. Mara was waiting for me in the li

  • Too Late To Claim Me   67. What the Backpack Held

    Two days passed.Two days of pretending, smiling through the fear, and telling myself that if I just ignored it, the threat would go away. Two days of checking my phone obsessively, waiting for another message that never came.But the silence was worse than the threats. Because I knew it meant that whoever was watching was waiting. Planning. Biding their time.And here I was, running out of it.On Thursday night, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Thinking of how vulnerable my son was. How easily someone could hurt him.I can't keep ignor

  • Too Late To Claim Me   66. The Illusion of Safety

    AriaThe preceding days were among the happiest of my life.It feels strange, really. How quickly something I was so scared to go into has become so natural. Marcus has made it upon himself to come over almost every evening after work, and Caelum would greet him at the door with the kind of explosive joy that only a five-year-old could muster."Hero doctor! Hero doctor! Guess what I did today!""Tell me, little man. I want to hear everything you did."And Marcus would listen. Like really listen. He'd crouch down to Caelum's level, his eyes fixed on my son's face with an intensity. He asked questions, laughed at the silly parts, and even fawned at Caelum's drawings like they were masterpieces.I watched them from the doorway, leaning against the frame with a cup of tea. The evening light filtered through the windows, casting everything in shades of soft light. Caelum was chattering about things he had done at school, and Marcus was nodding along, his expression soft."You're staring,"

  • Too Late To Claim Me   65. The Truth Between Us.

    AriaThe evening wound down like a slowly.Mae had finally left after extracting a promise from me to call her "the moment anything interesting happens" her words, not mine and Caelum had fallen asleep on the couch, his small body curled up like a comma Marcus helped me carry the dishes to the kitchen, and we worked in companionable silence, washing and drying the dishes and putting them away. It felt domestic and natural."Mae is quite the character," Marcus said, while drying a plate with a kind of careful precision."She's one the best person I've ever had," I admitted."She's been with me through it all. The good, the bad, and the absolutely terrifying.""She loves you deeply. That's obvious."I smiled, a small, wistful smile. "She does. And I don't know what I'd ever do without her."Marcus set down the plate and turned to face me, his expression shifting into something more serious. The warmth in his eyes didn't fade, rather it deepened somehow, and becoming more intense."Arour

  • Too Late To Claim Me   64. Whatever This Is

    I opened my mouth to argue, but Caelum's voice drifted in from his room, awake somehow despite the nap I thought he'd been deep in, his door creaking open before either of us could brace for it."Mommy? Is that Grandma Mae? Is she staying for dinner? Please say she's staying for dinner."Mae's whole face lit up. "My darling sweet boy!" She swept into the living room, leaving me alone in the kitchen with Marcus and the sudden, ringing silence she left behind her.I turned to him, cheeks still burning. "I'm so sorry about her. She's, a lot."He smiled, that soft, gentle smile that seemed to make my heart flutter against every bit of good sense I still had left. "She's wonderful. She cares about you deeply. That's a rare gift, having someone like that in your corner.""She's also incredibly nosy, in case you hadn't already gathered that for yourself.""Also a rare gift, in its own way." He stepped closer, voice dropping low, close enough that I caught the faint scent of coffee still on hi

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