Jace had been staring at the man for what felt like hours before the officers had forced him into the back of the van, yelling, panicking, insisting that he was not Aiden Hale. The officers had remained unmoved, professional, relentless, and in the end, it hadn’t mattered. They pulled out the identification card.Jace remembered the officer holding it up, the way Ben had squinted at it, voice shaking. “That is not me! I am Ben not Aiden!”The officer’s gaze was steady. “You already confirmed that that was your picture.”Victor’s eyes had widened in disbelief as he stared at the photo. Then, reluctantly, he had whispered, “Yes… that is me but that is not my name.”The handcuffs had clicked around Ben's wrists, cold steel biting into his skin, and the officers had forced him into the van. The engine roared to life, tires crunching against the gravel driveway as the van pulled away, carrying away the source of so much suffering. Jace walked back into his house and leaned against the wal
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