Chapter 316 Cynthia's POV During the car ride from the Laurent mansion to the Walker estate, our son sat pressed against his father's side, one small hand gripping Ethan's shirt, his head resting on Ethan's shoulder. Like he was afraid that if he let go, even for a moment, Ethan would disappear again. I understood the feeling completely. I'd barely let go of Ethan myself since the police station. My hand had been in his constantly, our fingers intertwined, and even now in the car I kept reaching over to touch his face, his arm, his chest—anywhere I could reach—just to confirm he was real. Amber had fought sleep valiantly, his eyes drooping closed then snapping back open every few minutes as he forced himself to stay awake. "I'm not tired," he'd insisted, even as his head lolled against Ethan's shoulder. "I know, buddy," Ethan had said gently, stroking Amber's hair. "But your body needs rest. And I promise, I'll be here when you wake up." "You better be," Amber had mumbled, h
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