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Sophia’s POVI woke up without that hammering in my temples. That was the first pleasant surprise of the day. The second was the sound coming from the living room: laughter.Children's laughter. Two of them.I got out of bed, stretched, and went to the door. On the living room rug, in the soft morning light, Liam and Lizzie were sitting in a sea of colorful blocks.Liam, serious and focused, was stacking a blue block on a red one. Lizzie, with that almost-two-year-old way about her, was slapping her little hands on the blocks, making the tower wobble.Liam didn't get annoyed, he just put his little hand behind the construction to stabilize it and smiled at her."Look, Liz. It's standing up."She laughed, a bubbly, cute sound, and tried to imitate, grabbing a yellow block.I stood in the doorway, watching. It was such a simple, common scene, and yet so impossible.Liam, the son of my greatest enemies, protecting the block tower of my best friend's daughter. Innocence, completely ignori

Victoria's POV"It's been three days since you said you knew where they were, you idiot! And still, nothing!" I screamed, pulling at the chain that fastened my wrist to the car's door handle. The skin was red and raw. "Let me go. Let me at least take a shower!"Lucas, at the wheel, glanced away from the road for a second to look at me. A slow, cruel smile spread across his lips."No, Victoria. Just no. You won't have any hygiene until I say so."He accelerated slightly, as if my anger amused him."And you know what? I love seeing you like this. Dirty. It's the perfect reflection of what you are on the inside. Complete trash."I swallowed the sob of rage and humiliation. I went back to staring out the window at the trees blurring past in the dark. I didn't know where we were going.I only knew each minute was another minute farther from Liam.After another hour of oppressive silence, Lucas exited the highway and entered a small town. White Plains, the sign read. A New York suburb. He

Sophia's POV"He's not eating the mashed potatoes, Ms. Eleanor. Maybe a smaller spoon."Emma spoke softly, almost with reverence. My grandmother, Eleanor Morgan, had Liam in her lap and held the spoon with an elegance that didn't match the situation.The dining room was silent, only the sound of cutlery and Lizzie's breathing as she swung her legs in the high chair."Don't worry, he seems to eat fine," Eleanor replied without looking at Emma. Her voice was clear, but not harsh. Liam opened his mouth, and she placed the spoon inside, with a patience I never imagined she had.Michael, beside me, stayed quiet. So did I. It had been four days since the photo. Four days since I discovered Richard Pierce was the man who killed the woman who raised me. The memory still hurt, like a wound you accidentally poke.I looked at Liam. He was calmer. He slept through the night. He played without fear. Just two days ago, he would cry at a loud noise.Now, he smiled at Eleanor as she gave him another