Todos los capítulos de In His World : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Adrian POVVanessa had a bomb threat and a dead man's switch and we had minutes before everyone in this facility died, and something clicked in my brain that I hadn't accessed in years.Military training.When I was younger, before university, my father had insisted I attend military school for two years, and I'd hated every minute of it at the time but now those lessons came flooding back.Stay calm under pressure.Assess the threat.Find the weakness.Negotiate for time.My heart was pounding and sweat was running down my back but I forced my voice to stay level and my hands to stop shaking, and I looked at Vanessa holding that syringe to her neck with her thumb on the detonator.She was serious about the explosives.I could see it in her eyes, that cold calculation that said she'd rather die and take us all with her than lose her life's work.The facility would explode if she died and we'd all be buried in the rubble.We had minutes at most.Maybe less.I thought about Elena strapp

Adrian POVOne year had passed since the rescue at Vanessa's facility and somehow we'd survived everything that came after, and I still couldn't quite believe we'd made it through.Vanessa was in prison now serving a life sentence with no possibility of parole, and Dr. Shah was right there with her in a different facility also serving life for his role in everything.The trials had been brutal.Elena and I had testified over and over again at different hearings and trials for months, telling our story to judges and juries and lawyers who all wanted to hear every detail.We'd described finding the listening devices and the camera in the teddy bear, explained about Sharon the fake nanny who'd spied on us, talked about being captured and strapped to tables while Vanessa explained her plans to harvest our genetic material.It had been exhausting reliving all of it.But finally it was done.The last trial had ended two weeks ago with guilty verdicts for everyone involved in Vanessa's opera

Adrian POVA son.After Rose and Violet, after two girls who looked so much like Elena and Grace and Sophia, we were having a son.I stared at the ultrasound screen showing our baby boy and I felt something overwhelming wash over me, a mixture of happiness and terror that made my chest feel too tight."Adrian?" Elena said. "Are you okay?""Yeah," I said but my voice came out rough. "I'm just processing.""It's a lot," Elena agreed.The doctor printed out ultrasound pictures for us and we left the office, and I kept looking at the grainy black and white images showing our son.Our son.I had two daughters who I loved more than anything in the world, but a son felt different somehow, and I couldn't quite explain why even to myself.We got in the car and Elena turned to look at me. "You're being quiet.""I'm thinking," I said."About what?" she asked."About how we're going to have a boy," I said. "And how I don't know anything about raising boys.""You were a boy once," Elena pointed ou

Adrian POVTwo years had passed since James was born and life had become something I never expected it could be, chaotic and messy and beautiful all at the same time.Rose and Violet were three years old now and running everywhere constantly, and they talked nonstop about everything and nothing and asked a thousand questions every single day.James was two and he followed his sisters around trying to keep up with them, and when he couldn't keep up, he'd cry until one of them came back for him.The penthouse was always filled with noise now, laughing and fighting and playing and sometimes crying, and there were toys scattered across every surface and crayon marks on walls we'd just repainted.Normal children.Loved children.Children who would never know the darkness that had surrounded their parents before they were born.I was sitting on the couch watching Elena with them and she was on the floor helping James build a tower out of blocks while Rose and Violet colored at the coffee ta

Adrian POVGrace's research was hidden somewhere and all of it was waiting to be found, and I sat at the kitchen table staring at the letter she'd written trying to decode the cipher she'd used to hide the location.It took me three days of working on it whenever I had free time between taking care of the kids and going to work, and Elena would bring me coffee and sit with me while I tried different combinations and patterns."Any progress?" she asked on the third night."I think I'm close," I replied her. "The cipher uses a combination of dates and coordinates that mean something to Grace.""What dates?" Elena asked."Her birthday, my birthday, the day she married my father, the day I was born," I explained. "She layered them together in a pattern."I worked for another hour while Elena sat beside me reading one of Grace's journals, and then suddenly the pattern clicked into place."I've got it," I said."Where is it?" Elena asked."Switzerland," I said. "A Swiss bank deposit box in