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The silence

I made seven consecutive calls. It kept ringing all the way to voicemail, which made me sick to my stomach hearing Adrian's pleasant voice telling me to leave my name and message."He won't answer," I said. My voice squeaked in terror.My fingers were numb and my chest felt like an invisible force was compressing it. Marcus reached for his phone."I'm contacting his security detail in Switzerland," he said. "They'll be able to give us more details."Samuel got up from the sofa, took Grace from me. For God's sake, she was still asleep, praise be to God. I didn't think I would survive watching her crying."Let's call our sources in the facility," Samuel proposed.I sat with Grace while my brain went through all kinds of worst-case scenarios: what if the guys working for Catherine caught up to Adrian? What if my mother had disappeared? What if this entire journey was a set-up?"Elena.""Huh?""Moment, breathe.""My heart beats perfectly fine.""You're hyperventilating."As Marcus said, m

THE PROOF

The FBI agents dragged Catherine off, and all was silent in the hallway. I just stood there holding Grace and felt my limbs turn into leaden weights. Marcus locked the door behind himself, but stayed with his back turned to it. His face was pale, and his hand was resting on the grip of his gun."Samuel," Marcus said. "Call the Lindenhoff facility in Switzerland. Now."Samuel quickly picked up the phone and fumbled for a bit, pressing the wrong numbers twice in the process. Finally, he connected and put the phone on speaker."One ring.""Two rings.""Three rings."At last, a woman picked up the call. "Lindenhoff Psychiatric Facility, how may I direct your call?""This is Samuel Cole," Samuel said. "I would like to speak to Adrian Voss. He's a visitor that came this morning."There was a pause on the other side. "I'm sorry, sir. We currently have no visitors by this name."Something stirred in my stomach. "That's not true," I said. "He was there, he even called me while he was there.""

THE FLIGHT

I did not get any sleep during the night. No way I could close my eyes. All I saw were photos. Adrian with his hands tied, bloody face, broken nose, bruised eyes… Grace slept in her bassinet, right next to my bed, and all I did was stare at her peaceful breathing. Small. Vulnerable. Helpless. Just like Adrian is now.But I still had some food inside me. Samuel forced me to sit and eat toast with butter at six in the morning. And when I chewed and swallowed, it seemed there was no taste in anything."The people who work for Marcus will be waiting at the airport for you," Samuel told me, holding Grace in his arms. "They are called Tom and Lisa. They know Switzerland, they will help you.""They better know how to be discreet.""They're doing their job very well," Samuel assured. "You won't have to do this alone, Elena. They're in the same building, not in the same room.""That is exactly what matters."Marcus entered from the hallway carrying a duffel bag and having the expression on his

The Flight

I didn't sleep that night. I couldn't. My mind kept replaying that photograph of Adrian with bound hands and blood on his face. Grace slept in her bassinet beside me, and all night I watched her sleeping body move slowly with the rising and falling of her little chest. She was small and vulnerable; so was Adrian now.Samuel got me to eat breakfast at six o'clock in the morning, toast with butter. I chewed the bread and swallowed, feeling nothing of its taste or texture in my mouth."Marcus's team is going to meet us at the airport," Samuel informed me. Grace was cradled in his arms; he bounced her carefully. "Two people by the names of Tom and Lisa. They've been working for Adrian for years; they know Switzerland.""They better know how to be invisible.""They're very good at what they do." Samuel looked at me. "Elena, you don't have to do this by yourself. Marcus's friends will be there with you, too. They'll be in another office.""It won't matter where else they are."A man appeare

The Rescue

Glass shattered, and I covered my face to avoid any cuts from the debris flying inside. Tiny shards of glass rained down, stinging my cheeks and arms. I could hear Dr. Meier yelling something in German. I caught sight of his hand reaching into his jacket pocket and throwing his gun to the floor. I heard a thud and saw the doctor grabbing his shoulder with blood dripping from his white coat sleeve.Two figures broke through the window. They wore black tactical uniforms with visors covering their heads. The first one tackled Dr. Meier to the floor and made a loud sound as he was punched in the face. The second rushed to Adrian and started cutting off his handcuffs with a tiny metal device."Elena, get down!" Adrian yelled.I fell to my knees and slowly crept towards the corner of the room. The wound on my belly burned with each motion I made. Glass cracked under my knees.Dr. Meier was howling something incomprehensible in German. The punch to his face silenced him abruptly. The second

The Betrayal

The screen of my mobile lit up my hand and there was a familiar face looking at me back from there. His hair was slightly greyer than it used to be, but it was him nonetheless. Same nose, same chin, same eyes that had seen nothing but sympathy and care in the weeks I spent in the company of these two people.My stomach twisted and the stitches protested."Not possible," I whispered.However, Marcus did not move a muscle and continued to stare at the photo. "Tracked the documents personally. Samuel Cole signed the transfer papers six months ago. There's his signature on every page," he pointed out.Adrian jumped up so quickly that the cushion from the sofa fell down. He fixed his gaze on Samuel. "So it turns out that you've been playing us all along!"Samuel remained where he was, sitting opposite me. Still that same indifferent expression, no traces of emotions visible on his face."You can explain," I said and immediately regretted raising my voice too loud as Grace stirred in my arm

Witness

It was deathly silent. And it was like some invisible force had pinioned the air against the floor. Marcus had his hand on the gun, a grin that had nothing to do with the one he usually wore playing across his face. This wasn't the half-grin I was used to seeing. It was a real grin, and the sight of it sent shivers down my spine."Marcus," Adrian called calmly. "What's she talking about?"Marcus stayed quiet, his fingers gripping the trigger while he sized up his options and his victims."You put your name on the transfer documents," Samuel said slowly, taking several steps backwards and raising his hands. "You witnessed Victoria signing her ownership rights to the company over to me.""I've witnessed many things." Marcus answered quietly. "Not every single witness has anything to do with the case. Sometimes the person witnessing just happens to be standing close by.""What does that mean?" I frowned."Are you seriously asking what it means?" Adrian took a step forward and positioned

The Estate

I couldn't sleep that night either. Grace would wake up every two hours and feed. While Adrian slept next to me, I would give her her bottle in the dark. The breathing of Adrian remained calm – he was so tired that he was sleeping like a log even though Grace kept screaming.Three in the morning. Coldness enveloping us. I pulled the blanket closer and watched how Grace ate the milk, her mouth slightly hanging open. After feeding, she fell back to sleep again. I put her back into the bassinet and lay down myself.I kept remembering the conversation with Catherine. I kept remembering the stories about Marcus, Samuel and Richard. Each of these guys seemed to have something to hide, and now I know about that.Then there was my mother. My real mother. Who had been dead since that horrible day, when she had crashed their car. Had she known something about Richard, about the company or about Margaret, who was ruling everything from the shadows during the last fifty years?I didn't have an an

The Grandmother

The gravel crunched under my shoes. Cold air bit my cheeks. Margaret stood in the doorway with her hands folded, the porch light making her shadow stretch across the steps like something reaching for me."You look like your mother," she said. Her voice was soft in a way that made my stomach twist.I stopped a few feet away, shoving my hands into my jacket pockets. "She died when I was two. I don't remember her face."Margaret's expression didn't change, but her fingers tightened around each other. "No. I don't suppose you would."The wind picked up. I pulled my sweater tighter across my chest. Adrian was somewhere behind me. I could hear Marcus circling around the side of the house. The wire in my bra pressed hard against my ribs. Every breath reminded me it was there."Did you kill her?" The words came out flat. I didn't take them back.Margaret stepped aside, gesturing into the house without answering. "We should talk inside. It's too cold out here for a woman who just had a baby."

The Witness

The phone screen glowed in my hand, and Samuel's face stared back at me from the photo. His hair was grayer now than in that picture, but the nose was the same, the jaw was the same, the eyes that had looked at me with kindness for weeks. My stomach turned over, and my stitches pulled hard enough to make me gasp.Adrian stood up from the couch so fast that the cushion fell to the floor. He was looking at Samuel now, his hands balled into fists at his sides. "You've been playing us this whole time?"Samuel didn't move from the chair. His face was completely still. No shock, no anger, nothing except that same calm expression he'd worn since the day we met. "I can explain," he said."Then explain." My voice came out louder than I meant. Grace stirred in my arms, so I held her tighter and lowered my voice. "You have two minutes before I let Marcus do whatever he wants with you."Samuel looked at Marcus, then at Adrian, then at me. He took a deep breath, and his shoulders sagged like someo

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